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... ho was smiling warmly, "Go ahead and eat."

He was gasping from the heat but kept picking up the spicy hot pot dishes as if to maintain his persona of someone who loved spicy food.

She shifted her gaze back to her bowl. Right, many had noticed that her personality had changed. The old Ji Tian was stiff and dull, quiet and aloof, and her personality was worlds apart from that of the original.

If others could see it, how could her family not?

They had lived with the ...

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