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... s more tragic than a movie because you can pick on the actor of the movie but you will never dare to pick on the person beside you.

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The car stopped in the garage and the sad Jia Shao holding the baby was ready to get down from the car. The dejection she was feeling did not reflect the happiness she should be feeling after getting married.

"Wait." Zhen Lang pressed his hand on her shoulder. "Why are you leaving so hastily?"

"What?" The big ...

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