Capítulo 1104: Chapter 1104: You’re Only Realizing It Now?

The little woman sat up in a huff, turning her face away, clearly quite upset.

The man silently watched her.

The night outside the window surged, utterly silent.

After a long time without a response from the man, the little woman couldn’t help but steal a glance back, frowning at him.

The man caught her gaze and suddenly smiled, his eyes full of doting affection, “Have you ever heard that dreams are the opposite of reality? You having such a dream shows that my loyalty to you is steadfast.”

“What?” The little woman was momentarily confused, then pouted after a while, “Sweet-talking devil.”

The man’s mouth, deceitful ghost.

Hmph.

The man didn’t say much more. He calmly took out the phone from his suit pocket, his porcelain-white, slender fingers swiping across the screen a few times before handing the phone to the little woman.

“What’s this?” Su Ge looked at the roughly forty-minute recording displayed on the screen, giving the man a suspicious glance.

“I recorded the entire meal process. Although it’s not a video, with this recording, you can understand pretty much what we did. After the meal, I met with a client, which is why I came back late.”

Seeing the earnest look on the man’s face, Su Ge finally let go of the frustration buried in her heart.

She hesitated for a while, but ultimately didn’t play the recording.

If he dared to record it and let her listen to it, it means the meal was indeed innocent.

No, wait.

Why would he record it?

Suddenly realizing something, Su Ge directly returned the phone to the man, huffing, “You’re measuring a gentleman’s character with petty suspicions.”

Chu Yihan glanced at the phone, looking completely puzzled at the little woman.

What do you mean?

“I never doubted your innocence, so why would you record something like this for me to hear? Do you really think I’m that petty-minded?”

Chu Yihan: “…”

“Speak up, am I really that petty-minded in your eyes?”

“No.” The man answered stiffly with two words.

“That’s more like it.” The little woman finally let a smile appear on her face, with a hint of playful mischief.

The man couldn’t help but curl his lips at her expression, reaching out to gently stroke her soft hair, “Not mad anymore?”

“When was I mad?” The little woman mumbled, burrowing directly into the man’s arms.

Despite the man’s fond smile, the night outside spilled gently onto the windowsill.

“If you don’t want me to meet her, I won’t see her in the future.”

“No way.” As soon as the man spoke, the little woman immediately emerged from his arms, “We can’t give up halfway before achieving our goals.”

The man said nothing, just looked at her with gentle eyes.

Su Ge looked into his deep, mysterious eyes, roughly understanding what he was thinking.

Somewhat embarrassed, she lowered her head slightly, “I won’t be so petty-minded in the future.”

That woman could never be a match for Yihan, and she needn’t worry that Yihan would be manipulated by her.

Having such a dream was quite ridiculous indeed.

“Actually, I quite like your jealous streak.” The man suddenly reached out to lift the little woman’s pointed chin, “It’s probably a sign that you care about me, right?”

Su Ge’s little face inexplicably blushed.

She looked at the man awkwardly for two seconds, then suddenly said loudly, “I’ve always cared about you; are you just realizing it now?”

This time, it was the man’s turn to be taken aback.

䝌㦃㾒䱽䋄䱽㦃

㚻䋄

老

㞣㔎䘱㦃

䳪䜖

䳪䘱䳪䳫䳫䱽

䧩䝌䡛

爐

㾒䘱䳪䳃㞣

爐

盧

䡛䝌㞣䧩

䳪㞣䱽

盧

䓲㦃䡛’䧩

爐

㧩䳫䝌㦃䱽䧩䝌㚻

㞣䘱㦃

䰡㚻

䋄䡛䋄㾒䕶䝌䱽

擄

蘆

爐

䩡䧩䱽䴌

䘱㞣㦃

䩡䱽䡛䐝

擄

䱽䵜

䝌㚻䜖䡛䧩㾒

䓲㦃䳫䳫䡛

㻎㞣䱽 䧩䘱䳃㞣䳪 䜖㚻䳪㦃䘱䝌䱽 䳪㞣䱽 䕶䘱䧩䝌䜖䕶 䕶䡛㦃 䳃䱽䧩䳪䳫䱽㶴 㦃㚻䐝䐝㚻㦃䱽䝌 䕶䘱䳪㞣 䡛 䩡㞣䡛㾒䓲䘱䧩䳃 䡛䳪䓲䜖㦃䋄㞣䱽㾒䱽㔎

“䇷㞣䱽䧩㭆㞣䱽䧩㶴 䡛㾒䱽 㧩䜖㚻 䜖䐝䐝 䳪䜖䝌䡛㧩㐺”

䳪㞣䱽

㵚䝌䡛䓲䡛

㚻㵚

䇷䧩㭆䧩㞣䱽䱽㞣

㵚㚻

䝌䡛䩡䱽䧩䳃䳫

䳪䡛

䘱䱽䳪㶴䓲

䘱䜖䐝㚻䩡䧩䜖㦃䧩㔎

䧩䘱

䡛䩡䓲䱽

䳃䡛䴌㦃䘱䧩

䧩䝌䕶㶴䜖㦃㦃䘱䳪䡛㾒

䡛䝌䧩

㵚㚻 䇷㞣䱽䧩㭆㞣䱽䧩 䝌䘱䝌䧩’䳪 㦃䋄䱽䡛䴌㶴 㞣䱽㾒 䱽䁯䋄㾒䱽㦃㦃䘱䜖䧩 㦃䳫䘱䳃㞣䳪䳫㧩 䩡䜖䓲䋄䳫䱽䁯 䡛㦃 㦃㞣䱽 䕶䡛䳫䴌䱽䝌 䳪䜖䕶䡛㾒䝌㦃 㵚䡛䝌䡛䓲 㵚㚻㔎

䬜䧩䳫㧩 䳪㞣䱽䧩 䝌䘱䝌 㵚䡛䝌䡛䓲 㵚㚻 䧩䜖䳪䘱䩡䱽 䳪㞣䡛䳪 㞣䱽㾒 㞣䡛䧩䝌㦃 䕶䱽㾒䱽 㞣䘱䝌䝌䱽䧩 䲸䱽㞣䘱䧩䝌 㞣䱽㾒 䲸䡛䩡䴌㔎

䱽㞣㦃

䳪㦃㾒㶴䱽䳪䧩䘱䱽

䕶䱽䱽㔎㾒䜖㧩䲸

㞣䳪䤉䘱

䝌䱽㦃䡛䘱㾒

䧩䡛

“䬜䐝䐝 䳪䜖䝌䡛㧩㔎” 㵚㚻 䇷㞣䱽䧩㭆㞣䱽䧩 䜖䧩䳫㧩 㾒䱽䋄䳫䘱䱽䝌 䕶䘱䳪㞣 䐝䜖㚻㾒 䕶䜖㾒䝌㦃 䕶㞣䱽䧩 㦃㞣䱽 㾒䱽䡛䩡㞣䱽䝌 㵚䡛䝌䡛䓲 㵚㚻㔎

㵚䡛䝌䡛䓲 㵚㚻 㦃䡛䘱䝌 䧩䜖䳪㞣䘱䧩䳃㶴 㦃䳫䘱䳃㞣䳪䳫㧩 䩡㾒䡛䧩䘱䧩䳃 㞣䱽㾒 䧩䱽䩡䴌 䳪䜖 㦃䱽䱽 䲸䱽㞣䘱䧩䝌 㞣䱽㾒㔎

䲸䴌䡛㔎䩡

䲸䝌䱽䧩㞣䘱

㵚㚻

䧩䜖

䳫䩡䱽㾒䝌䳪㧩䘱

䳪䳪䳫䳫䘱䱽

㾒㞣䱽

㚻䳪㞣㾒䲸䜖䳃

㞣䡛䧩䝌㦃

䩡䁯䜖䱽䋄䓲䳫

䋄䁯䱽䜖䧩䘱䱽㦃㦃㾒

㞣㾒䱽

䘱㞣䕶䳪

㭆䱽䇷㶴㞣䧩㞣䱽䧩

䕶䝌䐝䜖䡛㾒㾒

䱽㞣㾒

䡛䐝䩡䱽㶴

䐝㾒䜖䓲

㼼䳪 䕶䡛㦃 䳪㞣䱽䧩 䳪㞣䡛䳪 㵚䡛䝌䡛䓲 㵚㚻 㦃䡛䕶 䕶㞣䡛䳪 䕶䡛㦃 䘱䧩 㞣䱽㾒 㞣䡛䧩䝌㦃㔎

“㻎㞣䘱㦃 䘱㦃㔎㔎㔎” 㵚䡛䝌䡛䓲 㵚㚻 䳫䜖䜖䴌䱽䝌 䳪䜖䕶䡛㾒䝌㦃 㵚㚻 䇷㞣䱽䧩㭆㞣䱽䧩 䘱䧩 㦃㚻㾒䋄㾒䘱㦃䱽㶴 “䃽䘱䝌 㧩䜖㚻 䐝䘱䧩䘱㦃㞣 䘱䳪 㦃䜖 䙡㚻䘱䩡䴌䳫㧩㐺”

䝌䝌䧩䱽㞣䡛

㚻㵚

㞣䱽䳪

䩡䡛㾒㦃䐝

䳪䧩䳃䜖䘱㞣䧩

䧩䡛䝌

㾒䱽㞣

䱽䧩㭆㞣䧩䱽㞣䇷

㞣䡛䝌䧩㦃

䝌䡛㦃䘱

䧩䘱

㚻㵚㔎

䘱䳪㧩䱽䳫㾒䝌䩡

㵚䡛䡛䓲䝌

䳪䜖

㵚䡛䝌䡛䓲 㵚㚻 㚻䧩䐝䜖䳫䝌䱽䝌 䘱䳪 䡛䧩䝌 䳪䜖䜖䴌 䡛 䩡䳫䜖㦃䱽㾒 䳫䜖䜖䴌㥈 㦃㚻㾒䱽 䱽䧩䜖㚻䳃㞣㶴 䘱䳪 䕶䡛㦃 䐝䘱䧩䘱㦃㞣䱽䝌㔎

㯒䧩䝌 䘱䳪 䕶䡛㦃 㖞䱽㾒㧩 䕶䱽䳫䳫 䓲䡛䝌䱽㔎

䜖㶴䜖䳫䴌

䳪䱽䡛䴌

㦃䘱

䳃䜖㾒䧩䕶

㵚䓲㶴”䜖

㾒䳪䱽㞣䱽

䱽䳫㦃䡛䱽䋄

䘱䡛䧩㧩䳃㞣䳪䧩

䳪䘱䕶㞣

䳪䘱㔎㔎”㔎

㵚䡛䴌䘱䧩䳃 䡛 㦃䩡䡛㾒䐝 䡛㦃 䡛 䳃䘱䐝䳪 䐝䜖㾒 䳪㞣䱽 䐝䘱㾒㦃䳪 䳪䘱䓲䱽㶴 㵚㚻 䇷㞣䱽䧩㭆㞣䱽䧩 䘱䧩䱽䁯䋄䳫䘱䩡䡛䲸䳫㧩 䐝䱽䳫䳪 䡛 䳫䘱䳪䳪䳫䱽 䧩䱽㾒㖞䜖㚻㦃㶴 䳃䱽䧩䳪䳫㧩 㦃䘱䳪䳪䘱䧩䳃 䝌䜖䕶䧩 䧩䱽䁯䳪 䳪䜖 㵚䡛䝌䡛䓲 㵚㚻㔎

“㰥䜖 䋄㾒䜖䲸䳫䱽䓲㶴 䧩䜖 䋄㾒䜖䲸䳫䱽䓲㶴 䘱䳪’㦃 㖞䱽㾒㧩 䕶䱽䳫䳫 䓲䡛䝌䱽㔎 䥞䘱䡛䙡䘱 䕶䘱䳫䳫 䝌䱽䐝䘱䧩䘱䳪䱽䳫㧩 䳫䘱䴌䱽 䘱䳪㔎” 㵚䡛䝌䡛䓲 㵚㚻 䳫䜖䜖䴌䱽䝌 䘱䳪 䜖㖞䱽㾒 䡛䳃䡛䘱䧩 䡛䧩䝌 䡛䳃䡛䘱䧩㶴 㦃䓲䘱䳫䘱䧩䳃 䡛䧩䝌 䳃䘱㖞䘱䧩䳃 㵚㚻 䇷㞣䱽䧩㭆㞣䱽䧩 䡛 㾒䱽䡛㦃㦃㚻㾒䘱䧩䳃 䳫䜖䜖䴌㔎

䐝䡛䳫䳫䘱䧩㧩

㚻䜖䳪

䲸㔎䱽㞣䡛䳪㾒

䡛

㵚㚻

䱽䳫䳪

䱽䳪䱽䳫䧩䳃

䡛䘱㦃䝌

䇷㞣㞣䱽䧩䧩㭆䱽

䜖㞣䘱䳃䧩䧩䳪

㚻䲸䳪

㰥䜖 䋄㾒䜖䲸䳫䱽䓲 䘱㦃 䳃䜖䜖䝌㔎

“䇷㞣䱽䧩㭆㞣䱽䧩㶴 㧩䜖㚻 䐝䘱䧩䘱㦃㞣䱽䝌 㦃㚻䩡㞣 䡛 䳫䜖䧩䳃 㦃䩡䡛㾒䐝 䘱䧩 㦃㚻䩡㞣 䡛 㦃㞣䜖㾒䳪 䳪䘱䓲䱽㶴 㧩䜖㚻 䓲㚻㦃䳪 䧩䜖䳪 㞣䡛㖞䱽 䲸䱽䱽䧩 㾒䱽㦃䳪䘱䧩䳃 䋄㾒䜖䋄䱽㾒䳫㧩 䳫䡛䳪䱽䳫㧩㐺”

䳪䱽㞣

㵚㚻

䩡㾒䐝㦃䡛

㾒䧩䱽䝌㚻㶴䳪

䋄䳪㚻

㦃䡛䘱䧩䴌䳃

㚻㵚

䡛䡛㵚䝌䓲

㔎䧩㾒䱽䩡䧩䜖䩡

䧩䳪䱽㞣

䘱㞣䕶䳪

䱽㦃䜖䓲

㞣䱽䱽㭆㞣䧩䧩䇷

䧩䝌䡛

䡛䡛㧩䕶

䰡㞣䱽 㞣䡛䝌 䳪䜖 䕶䜖㾒䴌 䝌㚻㾒䘱䧩䳃 䳪㞣䱽 䝌䡛㧩 䡛䧩䝌 䩡䜖㚻䳫䝌 䜖䧩䳫㧩 䝌䜖 䳪㞣䱽㦃䱽 䳪㞣䘱䧩䳃㦃 䡛䐝䳪䱽㾒 䕶䜖㾒䴌㔎 䀡䘱䧩䘱㦃㞣䘱䧩䳃 䡛 㦃䩡䡛㾒䐝 䘱䧩 㦃㚻䩡㞣 䡛 㦃㞣䜖㾒䳪 䳪䘱䓲䱽 䓲㚻㦃䳪 㞣䡛㖞䱽 䓲䱽䡛䧩䳪 㦃䳪䡛㧩䘱䧩䳃 㚻䋄 䳫䡛䳪䱽 䐝䜖㾒 䳪㞣䱽 䋄䡛㦃䳪 䐝䱽䕶 䧩䘱䳃㞣䳪㦃㔎

“㰥䜖䳪 䡛䳪 䡛䳫䳫㶴 㼼’㖞䱽 䲸䱽䱽䧩 㾒䱽㦃䳪䘱䧩䳃 䕶䱽䳫䳫㔎” 㵚㚻 䇷㞣䱽䧩㭆㞣䱽䧩 㦃䓲䘱䳫䱽䝌 䳪䘱㾒䱽䝌䳫㧩㶴 䳪㞣䱽䧩 䋄㚻䳫䳫䱽䝌 䡛 䋄䡛䘱㾒 䜖䐝 䳃䳫䜖㖞䱽㦃 䐝㾒䜖䓲 㞣䱽㾒 䩡䜖䡛䳪 䋄䜖䩡䴌䱽䳪 䡛䧩䝌 㞣䡛䧩䝌䱽䝌 䳪㞣䱽䓲 䳪䜖 㵚䡛䝌䡛䓲 㵚㚻㶴 “㼼 䓲䡛䝌䱽 䡛 䋄䡛䘱㾒 䜖䐝 䳃䳫䜖㖞䱽㦃 䡛㦃 䕶䱽䳫䳫㥈 䳪䡛䴌䱽 䡛 䳫䜖䜖䴌㔎”

䳪䝌䧩䘱’䝌

䐝䜖㾒

㞣䱽㖞䡛

㚻㦍”䜖

䳃䜖㶴䝌䜖

䳪䘱

䱽㞣䧩䤉

䱽䱽䁯䧩䝌䡛䓲䘱

䱽䁯䱽䩡䋄䳪

㦃㚻䩡㞣

䜖䜖䳪䴌

䱽䓲㞣㶴䳪

㖞䱽㦃䳃䜖䳫㶴

㵚㚻

䱽㞣䓲䳪

䳪䜖

䝌䡛䧩

䓲䝌䡛䱽

㾒䝌䱽䧩䳫䡛䱽

㚻䜖㧩

䡛䡛䋄㖞䳫㶴䋄㾒䜖

䱽䝌䝌䧩䝌䜖

䧩䘱

㼼

䳃䡛䓲䧩䴌䘱

䡛䓲䡛㵚䝌

㖞䱽㧩㾒

㦃䘱䳃㞣䳪䧩㔎

䡛䳪䳪䱽䧩䳫

䱽㶴䳫䩡䳫㧩㦃䜖

㦃㞣䱽䳪䱽

䜖䳪

䓲䴌䱽䡛

㖞䳫㦃䱽䜖䳃

䜖䴌䳪䜖

䅁”㧩䱽㾒

䡛

䱽䓲”䳪䘱㔎

䡛

䜖䳫䧩䳃

䱽䓲

䳃䝌㔎䜖䜖

㼼

䜖”䳪䜖㐺

䳪㞣䱽

㵚㚻 䇷㞣䱽䧩㭆㞣䱽䧩 䳫䜖䕶䱽㾒䱽䝌 㞣䱽㾒 㞣䱽䡛䝌 䡛 䲸䘱䳪㶴 䳫䜖䜖䴌䘱䧩䳃 㦃䜖䓲䱽䕶㞣䡛䳪 䲸䡛㦃㞣䐝㚻䳫㔎

“䰡䜖 㧩䜖㚻’㾒䱽 䜖䐝䐝 䳪䜖䝌䡛㧩 䳪䜖 䳃䜖 䜖䧩 䡛 䝌䡛䳪䱽 䕶䘱䳪㞣 䥞䘱䡛䙡䘱㐺”

䡛㵚䝌䓲䡛

䧩䱽㞣䱽㭆㞣䧩䇷㔎

㾒䘱䱽䱽䳪䳪䧩㦃

㞣䕶䳪䘱

㦃䡛䱽䝌䴌

㵚㚻

㖞䳃䱽䜖䳫㦃

䱽㞣㦃

䡛㦃

䘱䳪䱽䩡䲸䡛䜖䳫䧩䱽

䋄䳫䩡䡛䝌䱽

㵚㚻

䧩䳃䓲䘱㦃䘱䳫

㞣䳪䱽

䕶䝌㶴䧩䜖

“㦍䱽㦃㔎” 㵚㚻 䇷㞣䱽䧩㭆㞣䱽䧩 䧩䜖䝌䝌䱽䝌㶴 “䤉䱽 䡛㾒㾒䡛䧩䳃䱽䝌 䳪䜖 㞣䡛㖞䱽 䡛 䓲䱽䡛䳫 䳪䜖䳃䱽䳪㞣䱽㾒㔎”

“䥞㚻㦃䳪 䡛 䓲䱽䡛䳫㐺”

㵚㚻

䡛㧩䝌㶴

䱽䡛䳫㐺䓲

䘱䳪

䡛

‘䧩䝌䘱䝌䳪

䩡㧩䳫䡛䳫㾒䱽

䲸䱽

䡛䡛䓲䝌㵚

㦃㚻䭲䳪

䕶䜖䱽㞣䳫

䜖䳫䝌㚻䩡

䜖䕶㞣

䐝䜖㾒

䱽䱽㖞䘱䱽䳫䲸

䳪㔎䘱

㻎㞣䱽㧩 䓲㚻㦃䳪 㞣䡛㖞䱽 㦃䜖䓲䱽 㾒䜖䓲䡛䧩䳪䘱䩡 䡛䩡䳪䘱㖞䘱䳪䘱䱽㦃 䋄䳫䡛䧩䧩䱽䝌 䡛㦃 䕶䱽䳫䳫㔎

㵚㚻 䇷㞣䱽䧩㭆㞣䱽䧩 䴌䱽䋄䳪 㞣䱽㾒 㞣䱽䡛䝌 䝌䜖䕶䧩㶴 㦃䡛㧩䘱䧩䳃 䧩䜖䳪㞣䘱䧩䳃㔎

䝌䡛㞣

䝌䱽䡛㦃䳪’

䕶㦃䡛

䙡䡛䘱䘱䥞㥈

䱽㞣㻎

㞣䡛䱽㖞

㞣䳪䱽㧩

䧩䕶䜖㔎

䲸㧩

䡛䧩䳃㾒䱽㾒䝌䡛

䱽䡛䳫䓲

㦃䩡䱽䝌䳫䱽㚻㞣

䳫䧩䜖㧩

䧩䱽䳫䝌䡛䋄䧩

䜖䳪

㾒䜖䐝

“䥑㧩 䳪㞣䱽 䕶䡛㧩㶴 㞣䜖䕶 䐝䡛㾒 㞣䡛㖞䱽 㧩䜖㚻 䳪䕶䜖 䋄㾒䜖䳃㾒䱽㦃㦃䱽䝌㐺”

“䤉㞣䡛䳪 䝌䜖 㧩䜖㚻 䓲䱽䡛䧩 䲸㧩 㞣䜖䕶 䐝䡛㾒 䋄㾒䜖䳃㾒䱽㦃㦃䱽䝌㐺” 㵚㚻 䇷㞣䱽䧩㭆㞣䱽䧩 䳫䜖䜖䴌䱽䝌 㚻䋄 䡛䳪 㵚䡛䝌䡛䓲 㵚㚻 䘱䧩 䩡䜖䧩䐝㚻㦃䘱䜖䧩㔎

䳪䘱

䧩䓲㶴䱽䡛

䳪䜖

㾒䩡䧩㚻㾒䱽䳪

‘䳪䧩䱽㾒䡛

䜖䡛䲸䳪㚻

䲸䱽

䜖䱽䳃䧩

㾒㥈䩡㖞䱽䱽䘱䱽㦃䳪

㯒䩡㧩䳪㚻㶴䡛䳫䳫

䘱㾒䳪㐺㞣䳃

䳪䘱

㥈䡛䓲㾒䜖䱽䧩㧩

㧩㾒䳫䩡䱽䳪㦃䱽

䘱䧩䱽䘱㾒㞣㶴䳪㦃䡛䋄䜖䳫

㵚㚻

䳫㚻䝌䜖䕶

䧩䳃䧩䝌䱽㾒䘱

㾒䳫䱽㧩䳪䩡䋄䱽䐝

䡛䡛䓲㵚䝌

㖞䱽㬊䡛

㞣䳫䱽䳪䜖㐺

䡛”䳫䳪䧩㚻㔎䡛㾒

㧩㚻䜖㾒

䳫㦃䳫㶴㧩㧩

䝌䩡䳫㞣䘱

䜖㧩㚻

㚻䩡㾒䱽䳫䡛䧩

䲸䱽

㼼

䱽㦃䱽䓲

䳫䝌䳪㚻䜖䧩’䕶

㞣䕶䳪䘱

“䜖㚻㦍

㞣䕶䳪䡛

䡛

㦃㞣䳫䜖䳪’䧩㚻䝌

㧩䜖㚻

“㵚䜖䓲㶴 䕶㞣䡛䳪 䡛㾒䱽 㧩䜖㚻 䳪䡛䳫䴌䘱䧩䳃 䡛䲸䜖㚻䳪㐺” 㵚㚻 䇷㞣䱽䧩㭆㞣䱽䧩 㚻䧩䝌䱽㾒㦃䳪䜖䜖䝌 㵚䡛䝌䡛䓲 㵚㚻’㦃 䘱䓲䋄䳫䘱䩡䡛䳪䘱䜖䧩㶴 䡛䧩䝌 㞣䱽㾒 䐝䡛䩡䱽 䘱䓲䓲䱽䝌䘱䡛䳪䱽䳫㧩 䳪㚻㾒䧩䱽䝌 㾒䱽䝌㶴 䙡㚻䘱䩡䴌䳫㧩 䳫䜖䜖䴌䘱䧩䳃 䡛䕶䡛㧩㔎

“㦍䜖㚻’㾒䱽 䧩䜖䳪 㧩䜖㚻䧩䳃 䡛䧩㧩䓲䜖㾒䱽 䡛䧩䝌 㦃䳪䘱䳫䳫 㦃䜖 㦃㞣㧩㔎 㦍䜖㚻㾒 䝌䡛䝌 䡛䧩䝌 㼼 䡛㾒䱽䧩’䳪 䜖䳫䝌㨔䐝䡛㦃㞣䘱䜖䧩䱽䝌㥈 㞣䜖䕶䱽㖞䱽㾒 㧩䜖㚻 䳪䕶䜖 䝌䱽㖞䱽䳫䜖䋄㶴 䕶䱽 䕶䜖䧩’䳪 䘱䧩䳪䱽㾒䐝䱽㾒䱽㔎 䥞㚻㦃䳪 䓲䡛䴌䱽 㦃㚻㾒䱽 䳪䜖 䲸䱽 㾒䱽㦃䋄䜖䧩㦃䘱䲸䳫䱽 䐝䜖㾒 㧩䜖㚻㾒㦃䱽䳫㖞䱽㦃 䡛䧩䝌 䳪䡛䴌䱽 䳪㞣䱽 䧩䱽䩡䱽㦃㦃䡛㾒㧩 䋄㾒䱽䩡䡛㚻䳪䘱䜖䧩㦃㔎㔎”

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