The people around her were warm, their voices were gentle, and their movements were careful, but the words she spoke were like knives, thrust into her heart one by one, leaving no trace of emotion in the softest and untouchable place. Qin Xuan wiped her tears for a long time, but still couldn't stop it, so he simply gave up. His hand slid down her arm, looking for hers, holding it in his hand, squeezing it carefully and rubbing it slowly. Not enough, I want more possessions. Qin Xuan came closer until the four petals of their lips touched. Before the two people were completely integrated, Lin Yuwen heard the man's deep and forbearing voice ringing in his ears: "I can destroy myself even more completely, Lin Yuwen, if you don't believe me, you can try it."
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