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Tang Yijue's voice was very soft and sounded somewhat stiff. In the silence of the room, his voice was exceptionally moving.

"Mm …"

"En." Fu Xingchen replied softly. He silently closed his eyes in Li Feiyu's embrace, but the arms around him involuntarily tightened.

Comforting was a skill, not to mention comforting a woman.

Tang Yijue's slender hands caressed her back