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... ised his head.
In the light of the moon, he saw a touch of white.
"Xiaohua, is that you?"
The soft voice was like a stream of heat that instantly warmed Miao Hua's frozen body, his throat was dry, and he couldn't say a word.
"Little Flower..."
This time, the voice was even lower than last time, and Wen Xien had already determined that it was a child underneath.
The stone in his heart fell, and Wen Xien was angry and distressed, but now ...
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