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... is moment, there was no acting, it was a natural voice of pure life.
When mother Zhou heard this, she felt as if she was stepping on cotton.
She only felt that her heart, which had been in so much pain that she couldn’t breathe, was instantly filled with sweetness.
He looked over at Xia Bo he and saw her wearing a long, snow-gray cotton coat with a shrimp-green cheongsam inside. She was standing on the steps not far away, revealing her fair legs.
The entire day’s ...
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