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Cang Mang lightly knocked on the door and answered, "Come in." Tang Moqi carried her coffee inside.

There was a faint fragrance in the room that Tang Moqi couldn't identify. This smell was familiar to her, but she couldn't recall when she had smelled it before. Probably in a dream, she told herself.

"Your coffee." she whispered as she brought the silver tray in front of him