C860 She Was Still a Baby

Troublesome breathing is right in front of you, spraying on your ears and neck. It was as if all that was left in front of her was her cold eyes, and her deep pupils were filled with her reflection. The scorching heat not only burned on her lips, but also on her cheeks and ears...

The scene of that day in her mind was clearer than anything she had thought of in the past few days.

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