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... The day after that, he called with an explanation, “Sorry, there were too many things to take care of in the office. I was too busy and didn’t have time to return your call. I’ll come pick you up to eat lunch today, okay?

He said it was an apology, but it felt empty to me. His voice was very calm and indifferent, a stagnant feeling. I felt a deep chill in my heart.

I believed that he would take me to some restaurant to eat like usual. Unexpectedly, he brought me back to Long Ze G ...

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