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Yuan Zhanghua held onto Lilac, looking at her pale, tender face, and suddenly felt an indescribable sympathy in his heart. He held Lilac in his arms, placed her on the sofa, and covered her with his coat.

Lighting a cigarette, watching the smoke rise up in spirals, Yuan Zhou's lips curled up into a charming smile.

Lilac was only dizzy for a moment