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... ame back, watching the helpless fire, his eyes slowly sliding towards the two hands clasped...
To be precise, the monsoon smokes the claws of the fire.
After leaving the city's main house, the monsoon smoke naturally caught the hand of the fire, and spoke to Linghe all the way, but forgot the nephew.
Looking at the expression of the fire, the monsoon smoke is only interesting. Not only does it not let go, but it is even tighter. She raises her hand and squeezes the chin of t ...
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