Jiang Naoshu looked at her doubtfully, but she just shook her head and kicked the wet grass on the roadside, "Genius, what do you think a confession is? Is it a salute of success or a clarion call for attack?" Seeing that the other party did not answer, she continued on her own, "At least I am not confessing to you for the purpose of launching a charge. You might as well treat me as saying goodbye."
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