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... he went to bed early last night, Tao Zhiyue, who had been sleeping for nine hours, woke up at half past six. The room was soaked in blue-gray sunlight. He got up and opened the window, and the cool and pleasant fresh air came in, which is unique to the morning. the taste of.

Seeing the good night greeting from HR, Tao Zhiyue jumped up unconsciously. It had been a long time since he had heard good night from anyone.

Tao Zhiyue felt that today was the most beautiful morning in recent ...

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