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This time, Jing Cheng walked in front, holding a torch in one hand and holding Jing Zhuozhuo's hand with the other.

Jing Zhuozhuo followed after the depth of the field, but her line of sight landed on the hands of the two tightly held hands.

The palm of Jing Zhuozhuo's hand was warm, warm and gentle. The warmth seeped from the bottom of her heart and seeped out from the corner of her mouth