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Fu Weichen frowned, his slender fingers gently waving the wine in the goblet, "Distance?"

His voice murmured, and it was barely audible when Song Xiaoyu suddenly smelled a dangerous aura.

"I ?" She turned her head and said, "I've already grown up. I can't possibly just rely on you like before." She said this angrily, her head drooping, her heart bitter.

"That's why the wings are hard