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The streets are gradually changing color, and the sidewalks are scattered, as if everything is playing in a loop every day, and no one knows what changes will happen every day. "Chu Nian, don't be afraid of me, okay?" A young boy said this. His hair was messy, and he had a beard that looked like it hadn't been hanging for a long time. The boy was holding Shen Chunian's hand tightly. The room was dark, with only a ray of sunlight shining on the ground. There was a pile of wine bottles on the ground. He looked like a decadent boy or a similar homeless man holding her hand. Shen Chunian stayed for a while and said, "Okay, Jiang Xie, please tidy up your house first." Jiang Xiechi stayed for a while, "Okay. I will listen to you." He looks so obedient now, which is far different from the homeless man just now. He looks like a very obedient little puppy now.