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... en in my heart for too long, sores and pus, and the wounds cannot heal on their own.

It was a hazy feeling, a complex taste flowing in her heart, she couldn't help but say.

But her body—

The fire has already started, and the fire is uncontrollable. She is like a piece of fish that has been fried to six or seven percent cooked. Her pores are screaming, and she has endured thousands of times of torture.

"Ning Ning," Gu Chixi's voice was soft, her arms resting on Wen Nin ...

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The night before we obtained our marriage certificate, I asked him, “When did you start to develop feelings for me?”

He answered, “I don’t remember.”

“But, why me?”

“Why not you?”

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