Qiaoyin looked at the young man so close, feeling envious and bitter in her heart.
Even though he knew that he was Ting's boyfriend, he still couldn't help but get close to her.
Just... Just... Just look at him...
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Qiaoyin stared at Ting with wide eyes. What should have been a friendly and gentle expression on her face turned into an ugly and ferocious face, as if a hand stretched out from hell was pulling hard on her heart.
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Unforgivable! When Qiaoyin threw away the layers of fog, she realized that she had been plunged into the abyss of hatred. How could she forgive those people!