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Hearing this, Qi Yan Xi touched her hair, and the corner of her mouth revealed a bitter smile, "It's cut, sorry for the trouble."
It was a simple answer, but it felt desolate to her ears.
Qiyan Xi was a girl who liked to laugh. However, she had never smiled at all today, except for the moment when she entered the room. Weak and delicate rich, but one hand to carry the huge technology