At the top floor of the Dream Tower, in Yan Fei's home, Yan Fei looked at the tangyuan on the cutting board, clumsily wrapped by Wen Rou, and felt a rush of happiness. Suddenly, Yan Fei had a sense, he turned to look outside the window, but saw nothing.
In the blind spot of Yan Fei's vision, inside the elevator leading to the top floor, a person was squatting on the ground, with a bag that had fallen and scattered beautifully chosen food ingredients all over the place. This person's shoulders were heaving up and down, but no sound was made, and the tears on the person's face had dropped onto the elevator floor, looking very sad...
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