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... hing to you?”
Lan Xiu suddenly held Xiaorou’s face in his hands and stopped talking. She let it go and did not speak. Her eyes were like sharp needles and unyielding.
Time passed bit by bit slowly. It was three-quarters of an hour to eleven, and then came the last ten minutes of the day… nine minutes… eight minutes… seven minutes…
Qian Xiu took a deep breath when the twelfth bell, which represented the arrival of midnight, rang, “Do you know what it means to b ...
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