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... shimmered in Sylvan Cheney’s eyes.
Jasmine Yale suddenly felt uncomfortable. Over these years, she had moved further and further away from the word “happiness”.
It seemed she had forgotten what this term used to mean to her.
Jasmine Yale lowered her head, tidying up the bottles and jars on the table.
“Mr.Cheney, please take your medicine and go to sleep. It’s late, you should rest.”
“Tired?”
“Yes.”
“It’s Saturday tomorrow, you don’t have t ...
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