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"It really is like a dream..."
After being brought back to the ground by the suspended motorbike, Tao Yu returned home, where he could still smell lingering traces of a faint fragrance.
This time it was real, not an illusion.
It was both an accident and a gain.
Yet, thinking of what the little rich girl said to him, Tao Yu also felt some pressure.
"Her situation is definitely not normal, plus she had to take special time to suppress and adapt, which probably means she herself is facing no small trouble."
The little rich girl didn't elaborate, but Tao Yu, after all, had a broad perspective and plenty of imagination from his past life.
In his past life, he had been through the baptism of short videos, and this time around, he attracted attention due to his talent.
Yet, he had always maintained ample self-control.
Even with the filter of her wealth, it couldn't be like it is now.
