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If you were to ask Shang Qingye which day was the luckiest of his life, he would choose the day he attended Zhou Hao’s birthday party without a moment’s hesitation.
On that day, a beauty with long, pink hair leaned in close to him.
Pressing against the only ear that could still clearly hear the sounds of the world, the beauty blew a soft breath and said with a smile, “It’s okay. If you lose, I will drink for you.”
What reached him even before your body did was your refreshing, lingering fragrance.