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... en called out. He opened his eyes, but there was no sign of the young Great Genius, nor running track, nor frantic cheering.
The familiar ceiling, the familiar room, the familiar feeling of waking up in the night, and he was still a cat.
Pei Zhen instinctively turned his head to look.
Fu Sichen was gone.
He reached his paw out to feel the bedsheets—they were cold. He had no idea when he left.
Huh. Didn’t he fear having no income? He was as busy a ...
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