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ursuing the lively bride, while she, the impatient groom, was eager to return home!"Hee hee..." She hugged his arm, her little face rubbing against it.“Rong Ling,” she softly coquettishly. “Believe me..."I hate you, it's all your fault, it's all your fault..."As if she had suddenly found her anchor, she came alive again. She could cry, laugh, and even yell!If it weren't for him, if it weren't for tho...