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Name of the Beloved

Chapter 7 (7)

Word Count: 1170    |    Released on: 14/05/2024

late in the morning, usually having to eat breakfast and lunch before going to school. The number of times I've been to an art gallery in the morning

oon, I make an appointment." Let's go eat together, and by the way, discuss the wedding." Co Quan Da shook his head repeatedly and said: "A Thich and I have agreed. If you haven't gotten married yet, we won't get married either. If you love me and don't want me to become an old woman, then find a sister-in-law for me." you go". Co Quan Dao took a sip of tea, silently staring at a calligraphy on the office wall: "Wild Dou Nhan Chau Tu Truong". There was no signature but he could recognize that it was his mother's handwriting, elegant and soft, the words were like people. His mother didn't leave behind many paintings and drawings, all of which he kept carefully in the drawing room. But this was the first time he had seen this calligraphy. "I brought here some of the works for this exhibition." Co Quan Da said softly, "This gallery is my mother's passion. I want to keep on

clock in the morning. Today my eyes are all swollen, it's true." regret". Co Quan Dao looked at her with a funny look, "He's 30 years old but he still feels like he's only 3 years old. I'm worried for A Thich. Later, when his wife calls his child to cry, he doesn't know how he will live. This afternoon, I make an appointment." Let's go eat together, and by the way, discuss the wedding." Co Quan Da shook his head repeatedly and said: "A Thich and I have agreed. If you haven't gotten married yet, we won't get married either. If you love me and don't want me to become an old woman, then find a sister-in-law for me." you go". Co Quan Dao took a sip of tea, silently staring at a calligraphy on the office wall: "Wild Dou Nhan Chau Tu Truong". There was no signature but he could recognize that it was his mother's handwriting, elegant and soft, the words were like people. His mother didn't leave behind many paintings and drawings, all of which he kept carefully in the drawing room. But this was the first time he had seen thi

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