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... white ceiling, resembling a soulless "walking corpse".
The door was pushed open from the outside.
A tall and handsome man walked in slowly.
The rustling sound of footsteps landed steadily on the floor, finally stopping beside Jian Liangtong’s bed.
Jian Liangtong continued to look at the ceiling, her face as pale as the white quilt covering her.
Huo Shaojun’s cold eyes were deep and complex as he stared at Jian Liangtong, his heart still pounded by waves, ...
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