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Chapter 52 Private View

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last update publish date: 2023-05-07 21:21:14

*Mykhol*

Mykhol watched Ana’s face change from shock to her usual stoic expression in real time. After that, she only lifted her eyes to look behind him as if expecting someone.

Mykhol couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that her excitement for him was so short. But he managed to keep his expression as well.

“Where’s Naska?” Ana was on her tippy toes to see over his shoulder. Mykhol felt this annoy him and purposely moved to shift in front of her view.

“I don’t know.” Mykhol shrugg
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