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At around nine o'clock in the evening, Cecilia woke up and squatted in the kitchen with her hair scattered.
As soon as she sucked a mouthful of noodles, the screen of my phone lit up.
It's Liam's news.
Her hand stopped - since her "offensive" measurement problem, the other party has never replied to her again, and now the sudden message has made her a little alert.
She clicked on it and saw that it was indeed a string of numbers, with a note attached to it:
[The master said you want to pay for his suit, and was afraid that you would choose the wrong size, so I asked me to send you his size. ]
Cecilia stared at the numbers for several seconds, and the first thought popped up in her mind was:
[ha? ? ?
What does this mean?
He... changed his mind? Do you
