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... tell what the “Holy Soul Pearl” was, but if Yu Wan was here, she would immediately understand that it was a treasure that belonged to the Sacred
Clan.
Yan Huaijing was at his wits’ end. Han Jingshu was lying on the bed with a pale face like a withered flower, but he could not do anything. He finally took her hand. At this moment, he sincerely felt reluctant to part with this woman.
Perhaps men were indeed cheap things. They only knew how to cherish it after losing it. Al ...
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