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... to blame the speed and ability of Zhao’s adjutant until he was impatient. At the time, the ship's shadow finally appeared on the right side.

"No, it doesn't seem to be our warship."

A wait-and-see military commander suddenly saw the flagpole above the vessel. The blue and white flags were clearly not their warships. When the warships approached some more, the crowd finally saw the two obvious words above.

Daya!

His voice attracted the attention of the people. When I ...

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The night before we obtained our marriage certificate, I asked him, “When did you start to develop feelings for me?”

He answered, “I don’t remember.”

“But, why me?”

“Why not you?”

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