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... s and looks bright and warm.

Jiang Dye was sitting in the passenger seat. She looked at Feng Jing and turned left at an intersection. She asked him with some doubts: "This is not the way to return to Huadu. Where are we going?"

Feng Jingdao: "It's a bit of a thing, it won't be long."

Feng Jing’s answer was vague. Although Jiang Dye was somewhat strange, he did not ask again. He closed his eyes and raised his eyes. Feng Jing glanced at her side and gave her a soothing piece t ...

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