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This morning, when the sun was about to rise, Fu Xiaoqian and Liao Zhenbo stood together for the first time brushing their teeth.

Even this most ordinary of days was a rare and happy time for Liao Zhenbo.

Liao Zhenbo, who was usually mature and calm, had a toothbrush in his mouth and his eyes were locked onto Fu Xiaoqian in the mirror. He brushed his teeth and looked at her with a silly smile