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Song Yiyan cried until her voice turned hoarse, anyone who heard her would not be able to resist persuading her.

Zuo Linyu's brows tightly knitted, and he squatted down to take a look at the corpse, as if something had been cut off from his heart. Clenching his fists, he guessed there must be a reason.

How could a living person disappear like this?

Song Qingyu was always smart