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Was that the reason she had paused when she had seen Hoshino's competition video? Was that the reason she had watched him with a gaze filled with intent?

He told himself not to care. But there seemed to be a gigantic rock pressing down on his chest, even placing the photo down was affecting him.

As though he had travelled back in time. Back when they had fought in the plaza, a BMW Tomahawk had appeared to take her away.

The trust and cooperation; he had originally assumed it was unique to the both of them. But now there was someone who had appeared in her life much earlier than him. It was a reality he couldn't alter and this made him helpless.

Qin Mo sat in his original position, not a hint of expression on his perfect face.

He knew the warning the old Butler had issued.