Ji Zhoubai didn't say too many comforting words.

He knew very well that there were some wounds that no matter what others said, it was useless.

You can only digest it yourself.

A gust of night wind blew, and Xiang Wan smelled the faint fragrance of the roses in his hand.

There was a hint of refreshment.

After a few more minutes, Xiang Wan's mood finally stabilized.

"Chen He is me......

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