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Li Chen didn't know how he managed to leave.
He walked alone for a long time, a long time, with a heart-wrenching pain.
It was like a movie played in his head, from their first encounter to the rescue on Jinxian Street, and then scene after scene that followed.
This woman, so insecure and sensitive, who had disguised herself with a cold facade, had unwittingly left a deep imprint in his heart.
He really wanted to make her happy, yet he was afraid of hurting her.
But in the end, he still hurt her.
Life seemed to always be like this, the more you fear something happening, the more it will happen.
When he got home, Jiang Qing and Shen Mengxue had not yet gone to bed.
"Xiao Chen, what's wrong with you? You look pale," Jiang Qing turned her head and asked with concern.
"It's not that you're sick, is it?"
Shen Mengxue reached her hand out, felt Li Chen's forehead, and then compared it to her own.
"Aunt Qing, sister-in-law, I'm really fine."
Li Chen forced a smile.
