Her eyes widened, and she couldn't react.

Just like the last time I came, everything in the suite hasn't changed.

She stood in the hallway, faintly seeing the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bedroom, the wind-blown tulle curtains.

Frame by frame, frame by frame flashed in my mind, the scene of the man sitting alone on the edge of the bed making tea and rolling tobacco in the dead of night.

But Fu Xicen didn't give her much time to reverie.

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A Pillow of Huai'an, Chapter 44 ...... It hurts to hit the hand, please wait a moment,

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