Xie Yin clenched the piece of letter left by Xia Li in his hand.

The man, who had always been calm and calm, suddenly sat down on the cold wooden floor of the room as if he had lost his strength.

His eyes were slightly dim, but there was a bitter mist in his originally calm eyes.

His gaze remained on the line of writing on the paper—

I seem to like you.

He just sat on the ground by the window, looking at the lines without saying a word.

A dense pain rose in his heart, so uncomfortable that he was about to suffocate.

After a long silence, he carefully folded the paper in his hand and put it in the pocket of his suit.

Xie Yin sighed lightly,......

Rose Harbor, 48. You don't look back. I am hitting the hand, please wait a moment,

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