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... s, but now, her eyes are so sincere and dedicated, no matter how much someone lies, her eyes can't deceive anyone.

Juechen's heart skipped a beat, but it wasn't joy, it was pain...

Why didn't God give him more time? If this had happened earlier, he would have been ecstatic, and he could have promised her a fulfilling and happy future, but what qualifications does he have now, he just delayed her in vain.

He pretended to be mocking and said with a smile: "I've heard the story ...

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