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C132

The night wind blew gently, gradually captivating my sight.

Listening to Zhang Ningfeng's words, I turned my gaze towards Zhang Xiaoyu, who was sitting on a wheelchair and staring at the river with a dazed expression.

How had she been all these years?

Eight years, a whole eight years!

Zhou Mingfan had already returned from prison, but he already had Chen Yunjing

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