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... rly.
He could only keep wiping away his tears, but the tears in his eyes were like torrents bursting out of a dyke, surging out continuously and could not be stopped.
He staggered towards Lucian, then knelt beside the bed and stretched out his hand to touch Lucian, but he was afraid that everything was a dream and everything was fake.
Because, this kind of dream, he has done too much.
At this moment, a pale and bloodless hand grabbed Pique's outstretched hand.
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