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Mo Hancheng held an umbrella and stood tall in the rain. He was as handsome as a ink painting.

When Qiao Anxia looked over, he was in the middle of turning around, missing her line of sight, leaving behind a grave and stern figure, exuding a sense of loneliness.

Looking at Mo Hancheng's back as he walked away, Qiao Anxia felt extremely disappointed.

Without looking away