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Qin Mo could still remember the time he received the lighter. He had held it in his palm and couldn't seem to get enough of it, his entire spirit lifted. He didn't allow anyone but himself to touch it. Hence, it had always been by his side.

Qin Mo knew that she didn't know what day it was. He could tell from her faltering gaze, the guilt from forgetting. He had given her this the very next day. He couldn't bear to let go of it because it was a gift from her. At the end of the day, he had used tricks in order to obtain this gift.

Qin Mo tightened his grip, his gaze sinking.

"Captain…" Coco had just completed a livestream and was still dressed in the battle attire. He wanted to use the break time for some rest and seek out comfort from his captain. As the public relations representative of the team, Coco ran into problems frequently and since he hadn't met Manager Feng yet, he hadn't been warned of Qin Mo's bad mood.