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ong, that he shouldn't have said such heartless words. But Mo Yao's gaze held him captive, preventing him from uttering a single syllable. All his words were stuck in his throat.“Get out!” After a lon...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."e, not wanting anyone to know his humiliation, his despair, his confidence, his pride, all his beliefs seemed to crumble with Mo Yao's disappearance. He was left with only pain and despair. 。He longed...