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The feeling of inferiority had always accompanied Halle, and even if they were married now, the look in Horton's eyes would make her nervous.
She was looking forward to Horton's approach, but also afraid.
She was afraid that he would find that she was not as good as he thought.
And she was afraid that he would regret and change.
"Halle, what's wrong?"
Hilla looked at Halle worriedly. In the night, Halle was gentle and beautiful, but was also melancholy and reserved.
Hilla frowned and felt pity for Halle.
Halle pursed her lips and chuckled. "Nothing, I was just a little happy to receive the report today, but I felt that I was very humble and timid now."
Hilla was startled as if she hadn't expected Halle to say this.
In the past, Halle was like a white lotus growing on a snowy peak, pure and transparent.
Although she was always quiet and gentle, she was beautiful and elegant.
