PREVIEW
... ought Fang Hua to a clean room. At this moment, her clothes were torn and tattered, dirty and disheveled, her long hair matted into a messy clump, her face obscured by hair, making it impossible to see her features.
Fang Hua was very quiet, so quiet she seemed breathless; this was An Yiqing’s first impression of her.
After observing Fang Hua closely for a while, An Yiqing decided to step forward for a closer look.
"Little Sister Xiao Qing, don’t go. Fang Hua often suddenl ...
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