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Why, the tighter I held, even though it covered me in wounds, I never wanted to let go,
yet you discarded me like a worn-out shoe in an instant, leaving only a layer of hurt—
Ye Che's eyes grew colder and colder, his jaw clenched tight, not a single word spoken as he turned and walked out of the office alone.
——Divider——
Ye Che drove around the entirety of A City, and when his car nearly ran out of fuel, he finally stopped by the roadside, only to look up and find himself at Platinum Han Palace.
It was now well past six in the evening, and the grand entrance of Platinum Han Palace was bustling with life, a lively scene with a constant stream of cars and people.
One of the female greeters spotted the Ferrari and hurried over, smiling brightly at Ye Che in the driver's seat, "Young Master Ye has arrived, why not come in for a bit? We've prepared a new bottle of fine wine for you."
