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Shen Siyu turned her head away. "It's been eight years. He doesn't know what kind of flowers I like."

Shen Siyu stood up and took the bouquet of bright red roses from Ruan Hang's hands. She walked straight to the trash can by the wall and threw it into the trash can without hesitation. Then she clapped her hands and turned around, looking a little relieved.

"Also, Ruan Hang, I repeat