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Shi Xiangxiang looked at Zhao Yanshan with tears in her eyes. There were two clear lines of tears on her innocent face. Her long eyelashes were slightly moist. He cried loudly: "Zhao Yanshan, don't die, okay? If you are dead, what would I need so much silver for? "

Zhao Yanshan's long eyelid that was draped over his lower eyelid moved slightly and did not wake up