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Mo was happily playing with his chopsticks, when he looked up and saw Wen Nuan staring at him. Her eyes were narrowed, a blazing anger in their depths like shimmering peach blossoms."Leaf is not ink,...er her expression. Wen Nuan kept flipping through the pages with a stoic face, no matter how turbulent her heart was; there was no trace of it on her features.What on earth is Ye Fei Mo doingSome ever...