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... lean and light, a bloody, attached with an overwhelming heavy back, staring at himself with a pair of lonely and sad eyes.
Yang Zimei's heart twitched a bit. The past was vivid, as if it was carved on the heart, and it couldn't disappear.
She suffocated to close the mirror, and raised her eyes to see, but Xuehu's warm and clear eyes, looking at herself with concern, and Xiao Qian aside.
"Ha ha--"
Yang Zimei smiled dryly, "I have two souls."
"It's okay, you are ...
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