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... d the door, she slightly raised her lips.
"Small things, as always, like a thorny rose..."
He slowly whispered, turned the wheelchair, and finally turned around.
The arm, unable to help, stretched out to the direction of Xiao Ning's departure, capturing something in the air.
Perhaps it is the cold medicinal fragrance left by her hair, or perhaps the little reluctance of her reverberation...
Don't call me Mrs. Fu!
Well, this sentence, successfully pleased ...
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