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Luo Wuyou, Luo Wuyou, how can you do this?

Jun Jinglan crazily shouted this name in his heart, and as he blamed himself, he was completely annihilated. Under his grief, the man's head full of inky black hair suddenly turned into snow in front of everyone's eyes …

What a pain that must have been...

That floating silver strands of hair were fixed in Mo Mengyue's eyes