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Mo Shangqian lowered his head and turned his face to the side. The half of his face under the moonlight looked very bone-piercing and lonely. After an unknown period of time, Mo Shangqian suddenly laughed softly, "Xiaoman, if one day I die and you're still alive, at a time when it's late at night, will you think of me?"

For some reason, when Pann Xiaoman heard the word "dead