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Hearing that voice, Xirong Ziye snapped out of his daze immediately. He knew that that wasn't Bai Yaoyao's voice. No, the person in front of him wasn't Bai Yaoyao. He had been hallucinating.

He laughed bitterly. He always thought that he could let everything go, but now, he realized that just a photo alone could make him hallucinate. He couldn't bear it, and his chest felt like burning at that thought. Even though he was hugging Xiamu Qingyan, he couldn't stop what he was feeling.

Without any warning, he pushed Xiamu Qingyan against the wall and kissed her. That kiss was intense, and it came like a storm. Xirong Ziye was desperately trying to prove something.

Naturally, Xiamu Qingyan accepted his kiss willingly. To her, it was proof that she was still important to Xirong Ziye.

Xiamu Qingyan thought that she had him in her hands, but little did she know that her thoughts were far from what Xirong Ziye was thinking.