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Xian Zihao's gaze towards her had gotten a lot of warmth. He slowly raised his hand and rubbed a little of her hair that had stuck to her face from the rain, which was wet and clinging to her skin. He gently stroked her face, "A year has passed. Were you happy?"

Jiang Ruolan's tears fell, "Chiahao and An Na have made me very happy, but I can't be idle. Whenever I'm idle, I want to go crazy. I can't eat and can't sleep well."

Xian Zihao's fingers traced the outline of her cheek, and he said in a low voice, "I thought a hedgehog wouldn't feel anything after stabbing someone, but it turns out you can feel the pain yourself."

Jiang Ruolan's nose twitched as she stared at him. "Didn't you say that you would remove all the thorns for me? Without this, how can I protect myself? Xian Zihao, you have long pampered this stray dog ​​as a spoiled little dog. Are you willing to leave her just because she bites you?"