Fu Lingying saw that her eyes were unfocused, but exceptionally clear and clear. He smiled calmly: "Since you have no name, then you can call her Yang." The sun that had just risen drove away the darkness... For a moment, the coldness slid to her wrist. Si Qiyang looked down with an eyebrow, and interlocked their fingers, holding a familiar bright black bracelet. "From now on, everyone knows that you belong to me, and no one can take it down except me. Well... I can't take it off either." Si Qiyang looked at his smug and cunning smile, and hid the black iron ring: "It's okay, you can't see it this way." "Si Qiyang, no matter what happens, don't leave me behind, I will protect you."
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