
After My Rebirth, My School Beauty Classmate Wrote a Love Letter to Me
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Before Leng Hongru took his last breath, the scene was frozen in his retinas. His goddess Fang Yuqing stood high on the steps. In his hand was a limited edition cat's claw thermal bag that he had queued up to buy at five in the morning. She picked up a piece of delicate cream cake and flicked her wrist back casually. There was no expression on his face, just a hint of mockery. The expensive snacks drew a parabola, and her golden retriever jumped up and grabbed it with precision, its tail wagging happily. Leng Hongru's throat tightened, and spiderweb-like black spots exploded in front of his eyes, hitting the cold ground heavily. The pain swallowed everything. Warm blood spread over his cheeks, and the smell of rust filled his nose. The last thing that disappeared was the cold and biting arc at the corners of Fang Yuqing's lips.
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