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emble slightly. Her legs went weak and she almost couldn't stand steady. Ye Feimo pushed her against the railing beside them. His warm lips lingered on her neck and collarbone, then took hold of her d...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."ny years.For warmth, he could.This was the warmest ray of light in his life, an indispensable part of his heart, and a loss he couldn't bear.Because he didn't want to dwell on the past any longer, and...