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Was she a plaything or a lover? As long as he could remember, he could trample on her as he pleased. If he could not remember, he could pretend that he did not know her.

Qiao Mengning laughed self-deprecatingly. She had been waiting for this man for a long time, seeking death for him.

It was so much so that the man she almost used up her life, the man who almost loved misery