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Mu Chuhan.

That elegant and refined man.

The lover she had missed for half her life.

The man she didn't want to talk about.

Finally, he heard this name once again.

The wound that Ye Qinghuan had been building suddenly collapsed, and the wound that had not fully healed began to tear again.

Blood flowed everywhere.

Pain.

Dull and silent.

He was panicking.

It curled up