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... s unable to find a word to say.
Ding Dang stares at him sorrowfully, her gaze slowly buried by the color of despair. With unfounded strength, she slowly climbs up from the ground.
The mountainous wind blows and her robe dances along with the caress of the wind. Her pink robe is reminiscent of the peach blossoms in spring, beautiful and delicate. Her hands lightly brushes across her face to wipe away her tears, but they are unable to wipe away all of it. Her white fingers adjusts ...
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