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Shen Jiaojiao looked at the lake surface, her exquisite face was covered with a layer of melancholy.

Back then, if it wasn't for Huanhuan and Le Le Le, she would have died a long time ago.

She seemed to once again see the blood-red sky. The whistling autumn wind was blowing painfully against her face, but no matter how painful the wounds on her body were