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his own hair, feeling a bit uncomfortable as he turned to look at Lin Meng. This man was good at disguising himself; the slightly low-pitched voice of the middle-aged man from before was also an act....knew that her past was something he couldn't participate in, an unchangeable fact. Her future, and his future, was his hope, what he needed to strive for.Gently, like a cheetah, he silently got out of...