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Chen Zhi caught a glimpse of Lin Zhiyun in the smoke.
Lin Zhiyun heard the real heartbeat in Chen Zhi's convoluted words.
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Before Lin Zhiyun entered the box, he didn't expect that the boss of Juhetang was a woman, and she looked elegant and elegant.
She stumbled to a stop in front of her.
"Name."
"Lin Zhiyun."
"Surnamed Lin? Undercover?"
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The cigarette ashes on Chen Zhi's fingertips drifted into Lin Zhiyun's eyes, and his tears also had the warmth of nicotine.
She leaned against the edge of her bed.
"Ayun, don't lie to me, I have nothing left."
"Believe me, Miss Zhi."
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When the gun was pointed at Chen Zhi, Lin Zhiyun's eyes burned by nicotine hurt.
She stood in front of her, neither sad nor happy.
"Chen Zhi, please plead guilty."
"Ayun,"
"As you wish."
Lin Zhiyun didn't know how hard it was until spring without Chen Zhi.
Fortunately, they waited for the last spring at the end of the century.
Intention: Wait for next spring.