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... ere the window is facing, a figure is hanging under the desk lamp.
Long hair flutters under the breeze of the night wind, and the closed eyes are looming.
Her hands were slightly open, and it felt like she was floating there, and Lingmo gave birth to an unreal feeling.
But if you look closely, you will find that behind her brain, almost half a meter of silver is dancing with the hair.
It was these silver wires that hung her on the chandelier. These silver filaments ar ...
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