——Fu Rong's eyes flashed across his face, her eyes full of contempt after extreme hatred. This person was her quasi-consort, the man she loved most, once. At this moment, he was about to burn her to death with his own hands.
——We are separated again in the long time, and I don't know if I will still recognize your eyes when we meet again.
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