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Article 227.

The moment the woman turned around, the man suddenly stretched out his long arm and firmly locked onto her shoulder. His voice was as solemn as an impregnable fortress.

"Miaoyu, forgive me." He said word by word. His mellow voice was filled with unerasable grief, "I didn't mean to lie to you. How could I bear to take your cornea?"

When she heard this