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Looking at Mo Li's miserable figure, Jiang Jianyue didn't feel any more comfortable. He lowered his eyes and looked at the bright-red bed. Remembering his madness and her pain last night, he let out a long sigh. They are all the same person, there's nothing he can do about it … And he did it to her.

Mo Li, Mo Li … Leave. I don't know how I should face you anymore