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The dream is all about Yuan Xi.

It was already a worry before the departure.

Was awakened by a nightmare before landing.

Ding Tong looked cold at the sky outside the window, and slowly approached the ground, could not help but tighten his fingers.

Shao Tianze sat next to her and looked at the appearance of Ding Tong. She knew that she was worried about the safety of Yuan Xi now.

However, according to Song Yunyi's long-standing style of doing things.

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