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Meng Qiong shook her phone and put it back in her pocket.,In the picture frame, there was only a crumpled red-background registration photo. Neither of their faces in the photo was considered good, and they even seemed to be arguing with each other. I vaguely remember that after the photo was taken, Shen Fengxi drove away by himself without even saying goodbye.,He reeked of alcohol and cigarettes, a conqueror's scent. Meng Qiong felt herself getting flushed, her white knitted sweater being unbuttoned by him. A shiver ran down her spine as his touch exposed her fair skin, which carried the faint aroma of bath soap.。