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His voice was indescribably gentle.

"Hancheng …" Qiao Anxia's nose twitched, and her tears fell uncontrollably. He had been silently protecting her.

"Idiot, what are you crying for?" Mo Hancheng held up her tear-filled face and gently wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes.

The more gentle he was, the better he was for her. Qiao Anxia's tears flowed uncontrollably