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But a person's memory was really very poor. Things that happened just a few years ago were forgotten completely in a fit of rage.
Qi Cheng gazed at Ji Yunhuan, stretched out his fingers, and gently cradled her face. He looked into her eyes and wanted to kiss her, but seeing her cold look, he stood up.
He silently picked up his soaked clothes and put them back on. Turning his back, he walked out.
Ji Yunhuan sat up, pulled on her nightgown, wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and tried to calm down.
She didn't know how much time had passed before she walked out of the room. She saw Qi Cheng standing in the corridor, and Assistant Gao had just delivered clean clothes for him. "Sir."
Qi Cheng stood there, glanced at her, and took the clothes into the next room.
Assistant Gao saw Ji Yunhuan and walked over to her. "Ms. Ji."
