Chongzhou Women's Prison.
"1136--Wei Yi"
"Arrived."
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The night is filled with ghosts and ghosts, and the dark clouds and crows are ruthless. There was a loud noise, thunderous fire, and explosions.
The turbulent room was wailing and shrill. The person in bed No. 36 Was lying upright on the bed, with a layer of mist under his eyelashes as black as Zen wings. Rubble fell in all directions, hitting her hard...
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"Master Nanyuan, this rouge red hairpin is just right for you."
Wei Yi looked at the person in the mirror, with smoky eyebrows, loving eyes, and an oval face.
It feels like there are three words written on my forehead: silly and sweet.
People usually look in the mirror to do their makeup, but she slaps her face in the mirror.
The whole Huan family was so frightened that they all said: This hysteria has finally been cured, so why are you going crazy and committing suicide?