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Yan Qingruo's face, which was already the size of a palm, looked even smaller.
Her eyes appeared larger but somewhat lifeless.
Yan Qingruo silently began to cry, and Chu Anche, watching at her side, also felt a pang in his heart.
Jian Shuyao said he liked Yan Qingruo, and he admitted he indeed liked Yan Qingruo.
It went from an extreme dislike at the beginning to gradual appreciation and eventually affection.
But Jian Shuyao's words were not entirely accurate; his fondness for Yan Qingruo was not rooted in romantic or platonic love but was more akin to...
It was more like the affection a brother has for his sister.
He had invested a lot of effort into Chu Anjing since childhood, but Chu Anjing had always just been a spoiled young lady, and the rewards he received for his efforts were few.
However, she was his sister, and his efforts were willingly made.
Yan Qingruo was different, Chu Anche initially did not like her when they first met.