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Huo Mingzhu held the hand that was gradually losing its temperature tightly and had once given himself warmth, causing him to truly feel that the warmth was still alive, and so on and so on, as the hand gradually slipped away from his heart.

There was no control over the tears, no rest.

There was a strong rust on her throat. It was sweet and astringent

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