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When Qin Yu and the others returned to the store, they were hit by a wave of hotpot smoke and fireworks.
Qin Yu was momentarily stunned, meeting Xiao Tingyun's gaze.
The latter took off her apron, casually draping it to the side, and handed a plate of sliced meat to Bai Jing to carry to the table. She said to Qin Yu with a calm smile, "Indulging once in a while won't make things much worse, but it will leave us with many beautiful memories."
With the great battle looming, opportunities to be together were few; everyone was busy entering and leaving various dungeons, and chances to gather were rare.
Each time could be the last time.
To cherish each last time was what Xiao Tingyun hoped to do after much consideration.
A dozen people gathered around a big table, some sitting, others standing. When the wine jug was opened, the aroma wafted over, and Qin Yu raised a glass of wine, clink...
A crisp sound.
The echo lingered.
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