Meng Huo never thought that fate would be so tortured and elusive. The person he longed for was right in front of him, but the person in front of him was not her.
Meng Huo was very distressed. Which one did he love? Is it the eldest lady who talks coldly to me, is as cold as ice, but has an extremely fragile heart that she wants to protect? Or is this lively, cute, and eccentric girl in front of her? He wanted to be quiet. God must be playing tricks on him. Otherwise, why would such a strange thing happen to him alone?
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Tang Qi looked at the man in front of her and felt very moved in her heart, but she was rational and would never be tempted by such a stranger who didn't know the details. But when it comes to taking care of the other person for so many days, you should always say thank you. So she straightened up and said in a very stiff tone: "Thank you."