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... o he did not interrupt the boy for a while. He tapped Tang Ling’s shoulder and casually walked to the window before he lit up another cigarette.


“I’m actually quite surprised that you went into the dream so quickly. You even survived your first dream. Furthermore, the injuries you sustained aren’t that serious either. I’m quite…”


Su Yao’s tone softened. He sounded like he was afraid of something, but at the same time, his expression showed a trace of comfort.


With h ...

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