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Lin Jing hurriedly nodded and walked toward the supermarket far away from the apartment.
At this moment, Xie Qikan was once again consumed by the spreading loneliness of heartache. The moonlight remained cold and desolate, shining through the car window onto the man's striking figure, reflecting a pain that pierced to the bone.
"Boss, here's the cigarettes you requested."
After a while, Lin Jing returned. At the supermarket, he had bought a full carton of ten packs of cigarettes. Although they couldn't match the boss's usual taste, he had, of course, chosen the best available option. As a secretary, his feelings for his boss were filled with helplessness. This was all he could do—pour his feelings into these small gestures.
"Thank you. You can go now."
