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... she was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, her pale, sickly skin had no trace of blood, and there was an air of death.
Miao Hua rubbed her cold fingers, but it didn't do anything for a while, so he had to put her cold hands on his lips, snorting the heat, and kneading her fingertips. For some reason, his eyes were a little sore and his vision gradually gradually blurred.
It was all good before, but it suddenly stopped. Miao Hua doesn't know what his feelings are at this time. I ...
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