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... ike a wisp of light smoke, dissipated.

After her brief reappearance, Pang Jian personally extinguished her chance of survival, and she ceased to exist.

The last smile that graced her beautiful face was forever imprinted deep within Pang Jian’s soul, never to be extinguished.

"I’m sorry..."

In the brilliantly glowing sea of soul consciousness, Pang Jian’s voice echoed with a melancholic loss.

Every word carried a tone of helplessness.

The Li Ren You ...

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