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... the room, saw the coat on the sofa, and couldn't help speeding up her steps.
Gu Qingning casually threw the backpack on the sofa, and picked up the coat on the sofa. His unique cold fragrance still remained on it.
Her hand holding the coat kept tightening, and her white knuckles revealed her forbearance.
Those cold eyes overflowed with a layer of water vapor, the eyelashes trembled slightly, and the tears slid down like pearls with broken strings, sinking into the bla ...
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