Mo Ziyan stood in front of the window, overlooking the bustling city, with a wry smile on her lips. Maybe, in the end, it will be cruel to you and me... But now that the matter has come to this, what can I do?
Mo Ziyan sat quietly on the bench by the stream, looking at An Ye in front of her, just like the scene five months ago. Unfortunately, things are different now.
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