"Zhang Mao, do you blame me?"
"I don't know."
"But what to do, watch her die! I have a perverted sense of accomplishment."
The night wind blew her snow-white gauze skirt, and with her smile, she was like an angel who fell into hell, dirty and clean, bloodthirsty while saving all living beings, extremely cruel, but no one could do anything about it.
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