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One second, two seconds, ten seconds, thirty seconds, a minute passed, and his forehead was beaded with sweat. He didn't dare to move, didn't even push Cheng Tingting away as she snuggled into his arms, but just watched Jian Anning anxiously.
And Jian Anning, she simply withdrew her gaze indifferently, smiled, turned, and walked away.
After that, he never saw Jian Anning again.
It wasn't that he was completely unaware of her whereabouts. He heard that she had a period of time when she lived a "colorful" life. Not only was she a regular at various banquets and parties, but also, she was surrounded by a variety of men and seemingly "welcomed all comers".
He felt pain, but beyond this pain, there seemed to be a strange hope—maybe after she became as "tarnished" as he was, she would tire of the lifestyle and return to him?
