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... , her hands clinging to the slender white neck of bright red hair.
The girl’s face was pale and her eyes were full of blood and wildness, and she was hoarse and low. “Give me death, why haven’t you died yet?”
"Emily, let me go." Natasha held the other's wrists with both hands, and continued to do unnecessary struggles under the desire of life. The frozen soil rubbed the body surface into a brownish purple.
"Natasha, beg you, give me a break..."
"you--"
Natasha ...
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