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... ike ink, regardless of the joys and sorrows of the world, it takes care of its own freehand.
As a soul from another world, facing this devastated world, Cheng Ling felt the difficulty of being alone for the first time.
"I don't want to..." she murmured.
But in the end, she still wiped Wang Yi's silver hairpin with an alcohol wipe, and then solemnly put it in the bag around her waist.
Even, because he was worried that the silver hairpin would be lost, after ...
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