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On the day Jiang Zinuo died, Chen Fang realized that she really loved him. The last letter she left behind was her only tenderness for the world. "You are still the cleanest person I have ever met. I hate to tell you that I loved you until the day I die." Chen Fang held the black umbrella tightly in his hand. The sun was dazzling. He slowly opened it on the side of the tombstone. The shadow of the black umbrella cast a shadow on the photo of the girl in the center of the tombstone. "Stop tanning." Chen Fang said his first words today, only to realize that his voice was hoarse and dry as if he was about to bleed, "It's such a shame to tan if you are so white." He was calm and gentle, and the hand at his side slowly clenched into a fist. A glass of sake will put an end to my last thoughts.

"GL-With eliminated WR-Faith with an M762 hit to the head" "WR-Faith eliminated GL-With with a grenade" In the training room, the two people raised their eyes from the screen and remained speechless. The two teams of boys watching the show laughed crazily for a while, as if they had been tapped on their laughter holes, and sang loudly: "Oh, I'm talking about fate -!!" Wen Ci said shut up with a cold face and looked at the boy opposite again. "Lin Ming, are you sick?"