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Gu Yanci did not want to eat, so De Rong did not insist. He walked to the door and looked back.

Gu Yanci still maintained his original posture, as if that cup was a cultural relic with great appreciation. He refused to move his gaze away.

Looking at his back, which was covered in a thin white undergarment, he felt lonely and alone, yet he did not know that he had grown up