Thank you Ranyu for the pink notes, I forgot to express my gratitude; I've consumed quite a few of your pink notes this month.
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The new literary space for farming stories is unimaginably fertile, and that piece is well written; girls in a drought for stories should check it out.
When Yan Wuxu heard that someone had come to see her, she thought it was Mr. Fei who had made up his mind. She didn't know if her threat would work, and she wasn't as confident with Mr. Fei as she was with Fei Qing. She dared not tell Mr. Fei the truth about her child's disability, for she feared that if she spilled the beans about her child's condition, he would turn his back on her.
The person sitting at the visitor's table was a familiar face. Hang Yishao sat there, with the magazine in his hands, and the photos of Su Ziceng made Yan Wuxu lose the courage to even sit down.
