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... n suddenly felt another severe headache. Feeling dizzy, she closed her eyes hard and groaned.

'Could there be a hidden disease in this body? It wouldn't be funny if I died of illness after only one day in this world.'

When she thought that there was something wrong with this body, the severe headache disappeared as if it had never appeared before. Duan Yixin opened her eyes again in confusion and saw a huge warehouse in front of her.

Looking at the warehouse, she felt a s ...

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