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Yan Qingruo's heart was in tumult, feeling as though something dreadful was happening that she couldn't stop, her heartbeat accelerating beyond her control.
She understood that the intense throbbing of her heart wasn't because of the roses before her, nor was it because of Chu Haozhe…
She liked Chu Haozhe, but only in the way one likes a friend.
It was impossible for her to accept Chu Haozhe, nor could she allow herself to become a burden to him.
But there was something even worse happening… Yan Qingruo just didn't know what it was.
She tried to step back in panic, but was unable to move away as Chu Haozhe was holding her hand.
The difference in strength between men and women was too great.
Meanwhile, at the place where Chen Qianmo lived—he was still in the villa they moved into after marrying Yan Qingruo.
Chen Qianmo wasn't doing well, his strength had been declining day by day.