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The sea breeze blew gently, tossing Tong Qing's hair into a mess. Fu Chijing lowered his eyes and patiently smoothed it back into place, strand by strand. Tong Qing looked up at him and couldn’t help muttering, "Don’t you think we’re kind of idiots?" "Hmm?" "If Huo Jinshu can’t find us right now, he’s probably losing his mind