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... of the earth and cannot reach Lin Xuanyu.
One day, even looking at her and listening to her voice became a luxury.
The boundless darkness and powerlessness devoured him, and he could do nothing, powerless.
His winter snow and summer rain, his spring flowers and autumn fruits are hers.
At this time, the old floor clock in the living room downstairs made a low chirp, 咚, 咚, 咚 ... at twelve, it was twelve, and a new day had begun.
How is she
He doesn't know ...
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