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Yu Qingwan looked at her with a smile. She did not dare to say that to Ling Xiaoyue.

"I was originally a small cleaner sweeping the floor in the company. It was only because of your recommendation that I was able to be your secretary."

Thinking back to those years in the United States, although hard, but also a slow memory.

The pain from the past had not only left him with a cold night, but it had also left him with a heart that looked up at the starry sky from this cold night.

Yu Qingwan tightly held onto Ling Xiao Yue's hand. It was just like before. No matter how difficult it was, as long as they were together, they would not be afraid.

"Sister Ling, when I was at my most disappointed, you once told me that fate had never favored me, and that I had never let it go."

Ling Xiao Yue nodded with a smile. Yes, fate had once given her the most blissful bubble and destroyed it once in a while. Fate had made her fall into despair.