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... f pride in her voice, this time, she could finally pull her good sister down from her pedestal.
Ding Shan lay on the bed half-asleep. Her head hurt so much that it felt like it was about to split open. Her entire body was limp and powerless. She could only hear a voice from not far away as if Ding Yuan was talking in the bathroom.
Ding Yuan? Ding Shan forced herself to be alert. How could she still hear her? Could it be that she had been imprisoned by her again before she died? < ...
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