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... like a gust of wind and retreated like the tide, leaving only desolation behind.
Desolation was a feeling.
Sao Ji’s face was sullen as he threw a soda can into the trash bin with a muffled bang.
Xia Yu sat at his desk, rubbing his face vigorously, filled with annoyance.
Chu Changkuo sat on the table, feet propped up on a chair, huffing and puffing.
The atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating.
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Su Huai didn’t spout any more cold r ...
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