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"I'm sorry," these three words slowly penetrated her eardrums, the low voice was very suppressed, a shadow fell, and there was gentleness on her lips.
Nathan Moore's thin lips just lightly touched Titus Zane's lips, lingering there without further movement for a long time.
The feeling was so gentle and warm, it had been three years, and for the first time, Nathan Moore felt remorse for something he had done for himself.
Titus Zane...
Her eyes wide open, feeling that tenderness closely against herself, she even blinked continuously.
The feel of her curly eyelashes brushing against his eyelashes was very subtle, ticklish, carrying a warm current, flowing into each other's hearts.
Titus Zane considered herself a romantic person, perhaps all artists possessed a romantic gene, but at some point, her romantic heart was corroded by worldly setbacks,
