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Her long, curling eyelashes were still covered in tears. The fan brushed against Liao Zhenbo's cheek.

It was like a soft feather that had been bitten by the mouth. It brushed lightly on the tip of his heart. A feeling of numbness suddenly rose from the bottom of his feet. It was only when he had completely kissed the tears on Fu Xiaoqian's face that he finally stopped crying