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Qin Chengyong lowered his head and lowered his eyes. He was sitting against the light outside the window, and his face was gloomy. When he opened his mouth, his voice was extremely hoarse, as if he was squeezed out from the depths of his throat:

"Then at that time …" "What happened?"

Xue Ze Yu glanced at him and then lowered his head to refill a cup of hot tea