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Twelve years ago, that blank memory gradually filled his mind. Qin Xiaotao felt cold all over, every inch of her skin tingling, not like her own. She fell to the ground and reached out to grab her bare arm, feeling as if millions of ants were crawling all over her body, her throat constricted and her stomach churned.
Ahh …" The man's face kept swaying in front of him
