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How Young Master Quan Pursues His Wife

This is a hot-blooded story. This is a story of growth. # Mo Shangjun, after an extraordinary encounter with a cunning fox, was as beautiful as a vase. Rumor had it, she was capricious, crafty, a living rogue! Ya Tianxing, the mysterious captain of the Ace Special Warfare, was as handsome as a devil. Rumor had it, he was callous, brutal, a living tyrant! In reality— Both were high-level "appearance supremacists"! The day they met, she was hanging onto Ace's shoulder with a hooligan’s flair, yet her words were earnestly persuasive, "If you want me, it's not impossible, but first, you've got to pay with your charm!" "Deal!" The gavel came down. Thus, the emotional journey of the old fox and the young rogue began amidst a different type of fervor. # This is the story of two fiends, and when fiends clash head-on, if they want to avoid a life-or-death struggle, then the only option is to enjoy a thorough feast! This is also a story of youthful ardor, with blood and tears. When the youth facing no regrets meets an increasingly powerful nation, what reason do we have not to be passionately stirred? # We love our country, so we have no regrets drenching our past weaknesses with sweat; We love our country, so we selflessly guard the lives of strangers with our blood. ——Mo Shangjun # [The Chapter of Passion] "Relying on oneself is too exhausting. Having a belief makes life a bit easier." ——What is your belief? ——You.

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099, The next part of the journey, walk by yourself _1

Mo Shangjun delegated the task of fetching water to An Chen and Ni Rou.

"Momo, where are you going?"

Noticing Mo Shangjun leaving out of the corner of his eye, An Chen instinctively called out to her.

"Just taking a walk."

She answered perfunctorily and lazily.

An Chen watched Mo Shangjun's retreating figure against the afterglow, stretching a long and faint shadow behind her, the warm light enveloping her as she left unhurriedly. The warmth and gentleness in his dark eyes faded bit by bit, replaced by an indescribable sense of loss and pain.

Ni Rou took out her own water bottle and glanced at An Chen as she slung her backpack over her shoulder. Her hand movements stiffened inadvertently as her eyes accidentally met his.

Turning her head, Ni Rou looked in the direction where Mo Shangjun had gone.

In that instant, she couldn't bring herself to hate her.

From deep within, a profound sense of powerlessness and sorrow emerged.