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... in her eyes. The evening wind blew in from the window and her beautiful long hair was scattered in the air. The chip in her hand seemed to burn like a fire, burning the palm of her hand as if it was about to be engraved in her bone.
She had mixed feelings and thought about what had happened in the banquet venue. ‘Mo Jue, do you really not know that it was me?’ If she was a second slower, the person behind her would have shot her.
She was bound to die. Was he too confident in ...
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