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... t the closed door of the house and the word “Fortune” that was pasted on it. She really couldn’t bear to leave this place.

Zhuang Zhuang was feeling the same. He only felt better after looking at his parents and younger brothers.

“Let’s go. It’s not like we won’t be coming back,”

Jiang Danhe said as he kissed her forehead tenderly.

They would return. This was their home. Their roots were here, and their families were here. No matter how far they drifted, they would ev ...

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