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At dusk, Mo Weiyi went downstairs for dinner.
The entire living room was quiet. Nutritious meals were arranged on the dining table, and Aunt Zhou served a bowl of soup, murmuring to herself as if talking to herself, “Why hasn’t Master Xiao returned yet?”
Mo Weiyi didn’t speak, picked up the spoon, and slowly sipped the soup, her perfect profile beautiful yet desolate.
“The weather forecast said there will be thunderstorms from tonight till midnight.”
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