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... moment, Bai Chuwei severed the connection.
She lowered her gaze to the message on her phone’s WeChat, a curve appearing on her lips.
[Duan Feihan: Don’t worry, I will help you.]
Bai Chuwei clasped her hands behind her back, looking at the peak of the snow mountain, her white long dress fluttering like waves in the cold wind, her obsidian-like eyes filled with icy coldness, a cold smile crossing her lips.
Her long clothes were whipped by the wind, her ink-black hai ...
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