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... he soot that fell off due to trembling fingers hit the shoe upper with a trace of sparks, and the expensive Italian handmade leather shoes gave off a burnt smell.
But soon, it dissipated in the air.
Yan Zhifan has no time to take care of it.
That voice...that figure...he didn't even have the courage to look up.
Three years, her existence is like a gorgeous dream, every bit of their relationship is like an invisible net.
Dreams bound his heart, and ne ...
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