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A night passed and it was a new day. Ye Jia, who had been sitting by the door all night, slowly opened her dry eyes. What he saw was a room full of luxury, a room full of strangeness, a room full of coldness.

Everything from last night surged into his mind like an avalanche, Long Haochen's indifference, Long Haochen's imprisonment. She ? He had finally become his prisoner again