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"I..." Tong Qing stuttered, not daring to look at him. Fu Chijing's eyebrows rose. He could tell who the little girl was thinking about, but he pretended to be clueless and looked at her with open curiosity. "I can't remember," Tong Qing said again, playing dumb. "You... maybe you remembered wrong?" "Really?" The little girl nodded hard. "Yes, yes. Definitely." "Is that so?" Fu Chijing sighed