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... reeted by the spicy aroma of hot pot, a scent that hadn’t been present since the end of the world. A wave of nostalgia washed over him as he remembered his wife’s cravings, which could only be satisfied once every two or three months. He remembered how happy she would be every time.
"Come on over! It’s almost ready," Xia Yue called out when she saw them.
Yan Mo and Qi Ran walked over and took their seats on the bench reserved for them.
Yan Mo sat next to Xia Yue, and Qi R ...
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