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... hand and held onto his pants firmly with both hands. Could he give her one more chance and not marry another?


Could he stop hurting her? She really has nothing to lose.


Big droplets of tears started falling from her eyes as she looked up. They were filled with agony. The rows of tears finally formed a line as they flowed from her already red and swollen eyes.


“I repeat. Let go.” Chu Lui spat the words as he clenched his teeth.


Xia Ruoxin was still shaking ...

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