Especially for Yan Huan.
Watching his retreating figure, the terror in Yan Huan's expression just now still vivid in her mind.
Her instinctive and extremely sensitive emotion-catching ability captured all of Yan Huan's unabashed emotions.
Besides the deep disdain and anger towards herself...
were there also some unreadable exhaustion and sadness?
"..."
Spencer, panting, watched Yan Huan get farther away, and then, in a moment of weakness, actually lifted her hand to wipe the corner of her eye.
It seemed she wanted to find someone to vent her emotions to, to share her grievances with.
But turning her head, she found herself utterly alone.
Even though she had already secured a morning of victory for Hentai Club.
So, perhaps find something random to look at, even if just to wipe away her tears?
But looking at her palm, she came to the distressing realization...
that it was still empty.
"Wuu..."
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