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May the dust of the road be mix with the pollen of the lotus

May the breeze blow gently, may she be lucky all the way

Hua Rong did not stay any longer. She walked with a straight back and only her soft back could be seen.

Her back.

It was just a back view.

Only then did Lu Wenlong start to cry. He had been holding back his sobs for a long time, but now he was running like crazy, "Mom, mom