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... though the cold wave ravaged, even though the snow was flying.
But Lin Xian still felt a trace of warmth passing through CC’s palm, seeping into the back of his hand, spreading all the way along his arm, warming his entire body.
His firm materialistic atheism seemed to waver for a moment—
[Perhaps there is no God, no deities in this world, but maybe... there really are angels?]
Just like the girl CC praying devoutly with closed eyes in front of him, surrounded by ...
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