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... was very quiet.
Qiao Mu lay on the bed and watched as the man, whose hands never touched the water of spring, was currently packing her luggage for the next day.
He took out some clothes from the closet, matched them into a set, folded them together, and put them in the suitcase. Then, he said,”The temperature in Paris is about the same as here. You have to wear more clothes. You’ve just recovered from your illness. If you let yourself get sick again, I’ll fly over immediately an ...
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