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Mai Xiaomai also noticed him and gave him a faint smile.
That smile was like sunlight, piercing through the gloom in his heart, warming him a little.
In the past, whenever people looked at him, their eyes were always full of disdain. Let alone a smile, they wouldn't even give him a kind look. But every time he encountered Mai Xiaomai, she would still give him a faint smile.
Of course, he also knew that Mai Xiaomai seemed to have gone through some major ordeal, so she didn't like to smile, talk, or mix with others.
Yet each time, she would offer him a friendly smile.
Mai Xiaomai looked at Li Jiawei, who appeared worn-out and aged by more than ten years, and sighed silently.
The human heart was originally warm, but it got doused with cold water by some discriminatory gazes.
She felt a deep regret over Jie La's death.
She also felt a pity for Li Jiawei taking such an extreme path.
