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... ngying earlier, Mo Lin felt that her behavior was peculiar.
Yet Lin Xiaoman insisted on supporting Yingying, leaving Mo Lin momentarily perplexed.
"Mo Lin, what are you doing?" Yingying spread her hands wide and asked Mo Lin with a puzzled expression.
"You're not Yingying..." Mo Lin muttered softly.
The voice wasn't loud, but Yingying heard it clearly.
Swoosh...
Yingying's hair stood on end instantly, as if a gust of wind was blowing through it. ...
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