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Qimu looked at Young Master Jing's sullen face and took a step closer to her. His tall body was like a net, enveloping her and making her seem smaller and smaller.

Young Master Jing no longer smiled. The pair of eyes that used to be filled with affection were now as cold and cold as winter. A formless and heavy pressure was being emitted from his surroundings, making Qimu's heart feel heavier