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Qu Feitai shook his head: "I can't sleep even if I go back, so I'd rather stay here personally for peace of mind."

Bo Yuxun ignored him and rushed back to the shower room of the lounge for a quick wash.

Just now, for a brief moment, his sister's smiling face and Ming Jing's features overlapped, from a lovely little girl to a graceful young woman...

He turned off the valve, the hot water suddenly stopped, and a cold wind blew from all directions, leaving no gaps.

The chill went straight through his bones, pulling him out of his fantasy.

He must be out of his mind, how could Ming Jing possibly be his sister?

If his sister were alive, she would be 37 years old this year, while Ming Jing was still just a teenage girl in her prime.

Beyond their similar constitutions, there was nothing similar about the two of them.

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This night was destined to be uneasy.