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Yu Qing, I, Ning Cheng, lowered my head. Two tears fell on Yu Qing's body. He finally couldn't control the sentimentality in his heart. This has nothing to do with love. This is something that cannot be expressed in words. Is it sentimentality, nostalgia, reluctance? Or maybe it's none of these, but a seed that's beginning to sprout. ,...