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Chapter 82 Hanging Myself on One Tree

Sean let out a soft laugh—so quick it was gone before I could catch it.

I glanced at the table. The dishes felt a little too few, so I scanned the QR code on my phone and ordered more for Sean.

I didn’t know why, but right then my mind flashed back to how Sean used to eat at my place all the time. Our housekeeper made the best stir-fried pork and dry-pot cauliflower. Whenever Sean was over, my dad would always have her make those two dishes for ...

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