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A burst of girlish laughter came out happily from the door of the restaurant. The laughter was crisp and sweet, like a cool mountain spring, gurgling into the hot and sad street. A trace of envy and jealousy arises inexplicably in the lonely and painful heart. Who can be so happy? ! Laughter flowed over again, plucking a familiar string in my heart. It's Liang Yan. Instantly, the mountain spring was polluted by that name and became extremely dirty. Qi Bailing stood there and instinctively looked towards the door. Liang Yan opened a flower umbrella, chatted and laughed with a tall man and went out. The flower umbrella cut off Qi Bailing's sight, preventing her from seeing the man's face clearly. But that man looked familiar. She tried hard to get around the umbrella and search for his face, but to no avail. The two of them quickly turned from profile to back, not even noticing her presence.
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