Heiyao watched Zhang Ling quietly.
After a full two minutes, he withdrew his gaze and handed the document bag to her. He laughed with self-deprecation, "Zhang Ling, we shouldn't have met. Every time I see you, I find myself liking you a little more. The more we meet, the more that 'like' accumulates until it becomes the real thing."
"If only I didn't have the surname Hei, if only my father wasn't a villain, if only I could lead a decent, upright life—how wonderful that would be."
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