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"You..." Xie Yan raised his head and looked into his eyes.
"... Then do you know?" A question that was so obscure that it was almost impossible to tell why he was asking.
"I know." Yan Xie nodded.
"Then..."
"Tell me more about Saibei." Yan Xie interrupted him. This was the first time he rarely interrupted people.
"Okay..."
Xie Yan looked at him. The word "that" was still stuck in his throat, like a stubborn tea stalk, stuck in his throat. He couldn't spit it out or swallow it. What he wanted to ask was "What about us?" "What should we do in the future?" But he couldn't say those things.
Yan Xie even blocked them back with just one "Sai Bei".
The unspoken words were stuck in his throat and welled up in his throat, but he closed his lips and teeth so that those words could no longer be spoken.
Just like the feelings that have never seen the light of day.
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▷The sickly "Emperor Master" from the south of the Yangtze River was attacked by the proton "General" trapped in the capital
▷There are a lot of cats in this article!
▷Demining: The plot and character design are early, and the outline is planned for 2020.
Purpose: Cherish fate
