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... Dasha?! The idiotic God of Magical Girls who always feeds me with bullshits in my dreams? Having a bad feeling about it did not deter him from opening it. It was a heart-shaped accessory box and inside it was the first hair clip she had.


Suddenly, Ye Cang was unsure of what was happening between the actual and virtual world. Does Dasha really exist?! He picked the hair clip up and a hologram appeared before him. To be precise, it was all just his imagination.


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