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... In Lin Fei's mind, several different voices kept echoing and intertwining. Some are loud, some are soft, some are clear, some are blurry. But none of these voices were his. Only his own voice did not appear in it.

   "Shuang'er."

  He tried to speak. But he only felt his lips opening and closing, and couldn't hear a sound at all.

   Without Shuang'er's warm body nestled in his arms, Lin Fei wouldn't even feel the presence of her own body.

   There is no pain, just con ...

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