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Tong Qing's eyes flashed, and the smell of fireworks filled her nostrils. "Who is this person?" she asked despite knowing the answer, her lips curling into a smile. Fu Chijing's fingers lightly caressed her lips, his gaze deep. "Tong Qing." "Hmm?" "I said... this person is Tong Qing." His presence drew suddenly closer. "Was I wrong? You don't want me?" Tong Qing shook her head. "You weren't wrong