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... belonging to "Ye Chen" that could drown heaven and earth.
However, the lingering softness and warmth on his lips reminded him of another ironclad fact.
His first kiss was gone.
Just like that, gone on a film set filled with the smell of prop blood.
There was no time to dwell on it too much, because as Jiang Ci looked at the face before him—still continuously outputting sorrow, crying pear blossoms bathed in rain, breathtakingly beautiful—an extremely serious prac ...
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