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... and blood, the son she had raised from babyhood, was insulting her so horribly, so readily severing ties with her—anyone would be heartbroken to the utmost.
The snow was heavy tonight, and the cold wind kept howling.
That was why Yin Xueyang’s heart felt so sad. Half an hour ago, a thought had arisen within her that she herself deemed despicable.
To call Li Zhiyan and chat with him.
Although knowing it would make her appear utterly contemptible—having been bullie ...
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