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... her head and moved the mask up to cover most of her face.

At night, there are very few people, and some people are still crazy outside the nightclub. Only a few elderly people on the bus are fanning the wind.

The two young men sat in the middle and whispered something, and Shen Shenxue got into the car and sat in the last row.

She turned her head to open the window, and the wind poured in. The two young men sitting in front of her seemed to find something, and laughed.

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