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... w, under an umbrella, they could only walk one behind the other. Pei Muchan suddenly turned her head to look at him, and half of her face peeked out from under the umbrella.

"Where is it in front? I don't know the way, so why don't you lead?"

Xu Qingyan hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "It's just ahead. There are a few forks in the road, and I'm not comfortable with you following behind. We'll have to walk like this; otherwise, we won't fit under the umbrella side by si ...

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