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a faint scent of magnolia, an unknown perfume that held a subtle coolness. It suited him well, lingering around her nose. His hand rubbed against her face, warm and trembling yet strangely unsettling...Year this year. There was some conflict between Wu Shuang and Kaka, Wu Shuang was avoiding him, and he started thinking about her.He thought, over these past ten years, Wu Shuang had suffered more, e...