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ely resembled warmth.Cold, silent, and rigid were her impressions of Ye Fei Mo.Hand her a bathrobe. "Get yourself cleaned up, I have something to tell you."Mr. Ye, I..."Get yourself cleaned up!" Ye Fe...I died tomorrow, I would love her well today. In fact, when I saw that sentence in her diary, I already wavered from my original idea. I never knew that WuShuang thought this way. Perhaps she felt my...