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weather was always so good. The first ray of sunshine in the morning pierced through the hazy air, bringing clarity and brilliance. Mok Xiaobai had already forgotten when he last collapsed from train...iffly, trying to convey his good intentions, but he didn't know if Mori could feel it. 。Mo Chen thought about his future. He would continue to work for the Mafia, find the woman he loved, and have thr...