"Hello, I am Yan Xinwan, a freshman at Queyun College, from the Technical Deduction Department. I won't tell you where I come from. Don't worry, I'm not a follower of the palace."
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"Song Anchong! What do you want? Now is not the time for you to lose your temper." Yan Xinwan's voice was hoarse. His eyes were red and his body was shaking uncontrollably.
Song Anchong said word by word: "I don't have a bad temper."
"Xin Xinwan, I advise you to accept your rotten, good heart. You are not qualified to take care of my affairs now!" After saying this, he slammed the door and left alone.
The end is coming, and the battlefield is opening. Song Anchong went alone to resist tens of thousands of prisoners coming from the underground.
"Well, there is only one chance between me and her."
The stars have not gone out, and I have not given up. This separation is not the end.
Intention: Opportunities are always only in my hands.
