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Sang Xiaoyu pulled out a chair and sat down as she handed over a bowl of soup.

Because she kept the lid on, the porridge bowl was still warm. She took a sip from the spoon and Qin Sinian did the same thing as her. The contours of their faces could be seen in the sunlight shining through the window.

If it wasn't for the reality reminding her, she would have mistaken this time for really good