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Su Jingya had draped a thin blanket over them, and she was holding onto them tightly. Leg, curled up on the soft Egyptian rug in the bay window, staring at the watch lying alone on the nightstand.

The window was left open.

The cold night wind blew in. Her long hair, which was like a black waterfall, danced wildly in the cold wind, dazzling and blurring her vision.

Vaguely