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When Su Jinghuai arrived, Bo Leyao was holding a bowl of porridge, preparing to feed Soong Jingyao. Her movements were careful, as if the porridge were a precious, fragile treasure. Su Jinghuai paused, a faint bitterness rising in his chest. Bo Leyao had never treated him this way before. It was the first time he had ever seen her like this, and he couldn’t help feeling a flicker of jealousy