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Chapter 117: Jolted into a Cold Sweat
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He looked at the empty room besides him, his eyelids drooping.
He remembered that dream very clearly now, even remembering every step.
It’s just that it seems like every dream is like this, as time goes by the memory gradually fades.
Chen Xiao could vividly recall the pale, thin hands that reached out with the rag doll, yet he couldn’t remember the outline of the person extending the hands.
It seemed like Xiao Diandian, yet somehow it didn’t.
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