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"Xiao Ruo" Dong Chen had despair in his eyes, his head was shattered and his head went blank. He shook his hands and desperately covered his injured neck. Blood stained the ground red. Lan Ruo smiled in relief, as if she was at ease at this moment. "I like you so much, and I thought you would like me." Lan Ruo's weak voice echoed in Dongchen's ears. What made him even more distressed was the relief in her words. If she hadn't looked away and given up, how could she have said it so lightly. Dongchen pressed Lan Ruo's face, and Lan Ruo could feel the heat of the tears falling on her face. If only these tears could help me feel the heartache for my coming earlier... How great it would be. "I went from spring to severe winter, from colorful flowers to snow-covered It's so cold. It turns out that snowflakes falling on hands can also scare people. I'm afraid that I will have to walk on such a cold road alone after I die. "The white snow wrapped her tiny body in it. What she said was obviously sad, but she still said it with a smile. She said it very softly, without even frowning, but her indifference made people's nose sore. "Actually, I have no connection with him." "My happy time in this world is just a few hundred years. It turns out that no matter how many times it happens again, the ending will be the same."
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