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... first."
Going to the door of the room, he stood still again, looking back at the cloud and his eyes were soft. "I am leaving."
Cloud painting just looked at him.
Qi Ziheng smiled again and left.
After he left, the cloud painting slowly sat down on the sofa, hands crossed fingers, unconsciously twisting his fingers, the white skin, completely bloodless, cyan blood vessels are rooted.
She looked at her mobile phone on the table and reached out to grab it, but sh ...
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