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... ich is mixed with bloodstains and dust . The bright sunshine is just right . But this handsome man, who has no boundaries, feels cold and lonely . It's a kind of loneliness, a kind of loneliness that the soul walks in the wasteland forever, not understood by others, and never accompanied by a partner .
Chen Rong stared at him, almost suddenly, her eyes were a little astringent . Slightly sideways, Chen Rong let the wild wind dry his eyes . . . . . . Perhaps, she never really understoo ...
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