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INK, alone

As night gradually descended, Mohen turned on the ink chandelier above the hall, but the light seemed to have not changed much.

Halfway through dinner, the doorbell suddenly rang. Mo Hen couldn't help but wonder, who would come to find her? She obviously hadn't made friends so far, and it was impossible for her to be a member of the Jibu family... because there was no housekeeper and

servant, so Mo Hen had to open the door by himself. Walking out to the garden, opening the iron door of the villa, he saw a large group of handsome young men wearing blue and white sportswear. He was stunned... It took him a while to do so.

React.

The Qingxue people originally wanted to go back to their own houses, but Coach Longzai was summoned at the order. He said that there was a manager missing from the tennis department and insisted that they find one. But where to find it so late?

They didn't want to find those illegitimate girls to be managers. So the only person they felt they had a good impression of and were Muhen. Because Fuji, Tezuka and Echizen and Mohen were neighbors whom they just knew, so

A large group of people came to Mo Hen's house in a mighty manner.

After pressing the doorbell, a man opened the iron door blocking his face. The man had long ink hair and pure ink eyes, which was very deep and deep, as if a thousand-year-old ice was covered with a vast ocean of ink, which made people feel like

I couldn't help being attracted, but I was afraid of being frostbite. This person was Mo Hen.

Everyone was stunned for a while before they realized. Then they stepped into the garden of Mohen's villa without hesitation, and sighed that it was so beautiful, so big, and something. A hint of coldness and a hint of sadness flashed in Mohen's eyes.

If they became my friends, would they still eat alone on the huge but quiet dining table? Suddenly, she shook her head, how could she have such an idea? They would not be friends, how pure they are

How flawless, she cannot be touched by her ink color... She is destined to be lonely, born alone, lived alone, died alone...


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