In the distance, a gust of wind blew through the girl's long hair. Her face was very peaceful, but there was no emotion at all: "Feng, how long can I live?"
"I don't know." The boy behind her said.
"Haha, I heard that you are about to be replaced by a new model." The girl smiled beautifully, but it made people feel cold.
"Yeah." He responded simply, as if what he said had nothing to do with him.
"What did you call me before I was called 9352? It's really curious, but you can't know. Huh, forget it, it's so boring!" The girl turned around and left.
Looking at the girl's retreating figure, the boy named "Feng" murmured: "Ye..."
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