Across the road, a man in a black jacket and a baseball cap sits in a café, and the transparent glass can clearly see the scene opposite.

The bouquet of perfume lilies he had picked out was thrown into the trash by her without hesitation, just like the last time she threw the Barbie doll he gave her.

Why, isn't her favorite thing when she was a child Barbie?

Why don't you like it now?

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Chapter 176 If he wants to play, forget it It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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