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... pleasant.
Ran Tengxiao’s fingers traced his lips as if tinged with a faint chill, like mint, like ice and snow, involuntarily arousing layers of tremors in his heart every time it resurfaced in his mind.
More than half a month had passed, time went by silently.
There is no turning back on any path.
As expected, her expression was indifferent, with the black riding attire accentuating her skin as crystal clear as snow, exuding a faint chill that startled people. ...
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