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It hurts to think of him, to think of him

Beneath the warm street light, the lilac flower was dancing gracefully in the wind. A large door opened at the end of and the others' line of sight.

Separated by the light of the heavens, a figure gradually approached.

The people in the carriage were nervous, but Mu Tianxing could tell that it was Zhuo Ran.

After lowering the car window