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There was a trace of ridicule in Soong Yixue's eyes as she smiled. She deliberately emphasized the tone of her last sentence and only said half of it.

Every word was like a sharp blade, viciously stabbing into Qiao Anxia's heart.

She had forgotten the past, but she did not believe Soong Yixue's words.

He coldly looked at her and asked, "Were we really good friends in the past?"

"Of course