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... ’t stop it.

Qin Xiao in the isolation window looked at her distressedly. He put his hand on the glass window and seemed to want to wipe her tears away, but it was only in vain. In the end, he had to say with distress: "Hey, don't cry."

How could you not cry, the floor screamed almost back, and he was comforting her on the other side of the isolation window. The voice was as gentle as ever, just like every time in the past, as long as she was crying and swearing, he I will put every ...

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