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... who is thinking too much now?"
She leaned over slightly and met his gaze, her eyes like autumn water like glaze, reflecting his appearance.
The girl sighed, her soft little hands gently cupped his face, "Han Yu, don't think about it. Take good care of your wounds."
Shen Hanyu's Adam's apple rolled, "Qianqian."
Sang Qianqian didn't wait for him to continue speaking, he attached to his ear, exhaled like a blue, and said a few words in a very low voice.
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