Chapter 81

Carl Jass's face was deathly pale; he avoided Len Xiao Merrill's gaze, his fingers clenched white with tension. After a full half-minute of silence, he finally spoke slowly, his voice hoarse as if polished by sandpaper: "LenXiao, I'm sorry—I've been hiding this from you for a whole month."

Len Xiao ...

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