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... anyu imagined that scene of Xie Xingyun with silver hair and in his seventies or eighties, climbing over the wall, clumsily holding some of a little girl’s favorite food.
As she thought about it, she suddenly laughed. The stagnant atmosphere instantly became relaxed.
“Can you still climb over the wall at that time? Be careful of breaking your back.”
Xie Xingyun chuckled. “1’11 give it to you even if 1 hurt my back.”
Bai Xianyu quietly covered herself with the blan ...
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