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The room was exactly the same as it had been before she left, except the trash lying on the sofa had shifted, now facedown. When he heard her come in, Ma Zhihao didn’t react at all, still absorbed in his phone. Ma Xiaocui couldn’t take it anymore. "Hey, do you still remember what you came here for?" There was no response. She repeated herself, and when he still didn’t answer