Qin Chun, upon this thought, felt a fleeting moment of confusion.
Finally, she pondered over many things, involuntarily sighing, "What a sin."
A perfectly good person choosing not to be good, but instead becoming the spy, refusing to walk the broad path, and rushing onto the single-log bridge; even if it cost them their life, it was entirely their own doing, and none can be blamed.
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"Alright, the dish is ready to be served, bring a plate over."
Chef Lin handed over a plate accordingly, Dong Huiying glanced at it briefly, then scooped the stir-fried green peppers and shredded pork from the pan into the plate, placing it casually on the stove.
