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... founded.
His kindness is so small. Ma Junying sighed in his heart.
The early morning in summer brings moist water vapor, making the breath a little wet and sticky.
Ma Junying had a dream about Jon.
In the dream, Wen Xien was wearing the clothes from the hospital that day, and the blood on his neck was wiped off, revealing a long and narrow wound that looked like a centipede half-opened.
Her expression was very serene, her pale pink lips pursed up ...
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