No matter how self-proclaimed a woman is, she will still pull out her own thorns in front of the man she covets, and stick to him desperately.
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Song Yiheng, you are nothing. If my sister hadn't sacrificed her life for you, you would have died long ago without a burial place. An ungrateful person like you has to put my sister's portrait on your bedside, so that you can go through the scene in your mind every day when you get up, so that you can firmly remember how you managed to survive.
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Song Yiheng looked at Su Yiqing's bright smile at Ling Moqing with cold eyes. She snorted coldly in her heart. She still underestimated Su Yiqing, and suddenly another man appeared.
