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... y years?
Xiao YuAn felt that he had seen everything today.
The place where Yan HeQing lived, which couldn’t be called a house, was clearly a firewood room. There wasn’t even a single table and chair, let alone a bed; and at a glance, except for the broken wall, only the corner was pitifully filled up with firewood. Xiao YuAn was afraid that as soon as he raised his head, he will see the bitterness hanging on the hanging beam.
It’s so miserable…
Xiao YuAn’s robe was given ...
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