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Xia Yangyang's voice seemed to awaken Gu Qichen.
It wasn't a hallucination
It was really Xia Yangyang.
In an instant, Gu Qichen's eyes became unfathomably deep.
His voice also cooled to below freezing, "What are you doing here?"
Xia Yangyang turned her head.
Meeting Gu Qichen's gaze.
But in her peripheral vision, she could see the bruise at the corner of Gu Qichen's mouth,
probably from Gu Zhaohan's recent blow.
Xia Yangyang said, "Gu Qichen, I want to talk to you."
Xia Yangyang's voice sounded unusually calm, so gentle.
It made Gu Qichen feel slightly dazed.
It had been so long since Xia Yangyang had spoken to him with that tone.
He did not know when it began.
Each time they spoke, it was only a matter of sentences before they were at each other's throats, hurting each other.
Gu Qichen also felt tired.
The fatigue seemed to come from the depths of his soul.
