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Looking at the young Ren Xingyu wearing shabby clothes on the street corner, a trace of complexity flashed in Liang Xiaoyue's eyes. His paranoia and pathology were clearly displayed in the previous life. Very few people knew that he was abandoned. Liang Xiaoyue was unfortunate and the only one among the few. Seeing the young body blowing in the cold wind like a dry leaf, Liang Xiaoyue sighed. The last life was not as you expected, and you will definitely pay it forward in this life. She walked towards that figure firmly.