
About This Novel
Time moves, white clouds and gray dogs Those memories are like an endless haze that is getting lower and lower, binding them tighter and tighter. I tried desperately to tear and run, but I couldn't hold on to the warm palm... In the past sixteen years, Is it because Yan Mo has evil intentions, or is he... Really never here?
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