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It's like being crushed by a low pressure system, unable to breathe freely and easily.
Yet, no matter what, I can't send him back.
Mai Xiaomai walked on, extremely depressed, feeling that the journey was really too far.
Walking with Qiao Chutian, the journey felt very short.
This is the relativity of mood.
In the air, suddenly there was the smell of stinky tofu.
Mai Xiaomai looked up and saw old classmate Wang Chao selling stinky tofu; even under the night lights, there were still many customers.
She slightly sniffed the air.
Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she said to Lin Xuanzi, "My classmate is selling stinky tofu over there. I love it. I want to go eat some. Do you want any?"
She originally thought Lin Xuanzi would be like Qiao Chutian, disgusted at the sight of stinky tofu, then avoiding her altogether.
However, he nodded, "I like it too. I haven't had it for a long time. Let's eat together."
"You actually eat this kind of thing?"
