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"The eighth year."

Mu Yu repeated.

The corner of the man's mouth curled up as he lowered his head and whispered into her ear, "Time flies."

Mu Yu nodded and her lips curved up as well. "You're really passing by very quickly. Sometimes, I even think that I might still be 19 years old now and have just met you."

"It wasn't long to begin with. We still have the rest of our lives