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As she spoke, she gave Ji Chicheng a playful roll of her eyes, took a few steps, and entered the bathroom. As soon as she got in, she closed the door and locked it.
The sounds of the door closing and locking were loud, signalling to the person outside that she was feeling emotional.
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After freshening up, Ji Anning stood in front of the mirror, gazing at her own face. She hesitated, then pulled out the elastic band holding her hair up. Her long hair cascaded down like smooth, black satin.
Although she usually tied her hair loosely, there was still a mark. She wet her comb and brushed back and forth until the mark was less noticeable.
She put down the comb, smiled satisfactorily at her reflection, and then opened the door to go out.
Upon leaving the bathroom, the first place Ji Anning looked was where Ji Chicheng had been sitting, but his figure was no longer there.
"Uncle?"
