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Qiu Jiayi drove away from her old house and was pregnant. She dared not drive too fast, but strolled slowly.

There are forty minutes left for Yu to meet with him. I feel a little reluctant to leave the city. I want to drive around and then leave.

Who knows when and when she came back, and whether she had that life back?

Instead of passing through the city centre, she drove all the way from the edge to the suburbs, brushing past a top black car on the road bridge.

That car is going like a gust of wind. See? Qiujia should frown straight.

How can people drive...