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ighborhood, with dim lights. Warmth couldn't hide the grief in my heart any longer. I slowly lowered my body and tears streamed from between my fingers, "What should I do Xiao Jing, sister is useless...ing in the small garden with the host, chatting away.Warmth followed Cai Xiajing everywhere. She greeted the senior politely, a 50-year-old who didn't look old at all. Her makeup was exquisite, her be...