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." The warm words reached halfway before she stopped, her nose stinging with a sour ache. She couldn't bring herself to say them, but she desperately wanted to know his thoughts, "What are you most af...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."notes before playing "Sailor." He sang along as he played, and though the strings weren't particularly high quality, they seemed to come alive under his fingertips. The sound was clear and bright, ful...