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... elf if I want to.” Sang Qiao dropped this remark without looking back and followed the crowd onto the program crew’s car, her silhouette decisive and resolute.
Sang Siyang watched as her figure gradually disappeared before his eyes, holding the pendant in a daze, his fingertips still faintly feeling the pain.
He had specifically chosen a better quality cord to weave it, which was also rather stiff, his fingertips were covered in several abrasions, but as long as he thought about ...
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