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... to life after the heartbeat stopped?

This is really a miracle!

YingEr happily hops back, with Xue Yi, who is also very happy, following her. Miss is in a good mood today.

“Where have you been?”

A sudden voice from the side startled Di Ying, and she instinctively stopped and looked over.

“Brother, it’s you, why did you suddenly speak out? You scared me to death.”

YingEr patted her chest vigorously.

Di Xuan leaned against a corner pillar, wi ...

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