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looks like a wealthy young lady raised in seclusion and rarely seen by others!"What did your father say to you"He possessively caressed her forehead, letting the soft touch gently glide over his heart... He flickered his eyes, his heartstrings still tugged by her, but he only murmured an "嗯" and turned to leave. She followed him, seeing him out the door."Walk slowly!" she said with a smile as she bid...