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Tong Qing was silent. Fu Chijing rubbed her head and did not force her anymore. After all, his Qing was only 20 years old, but she had experienced bitterness and suffering that no one else had ever known. He understood her better than anyone else. On the way back, the two of them remained quiet. When the car stopped, Tong Qing lifted her gaze. Fu Chijing raised an eyebrow