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... that when she was the most sad, she gave herself the most comfort. Every time it was a festival or a birthday, her gifts and blessings would not fall.

Is she going home?

She tried to flip it in her hand, only to find that Fu Mingyue's number could not be flipped in the address book or WeChat.

It was very strange, but when she remembered that Jiang Youwan bought her this phone, everything became reasonable again.

How can a person like Jiang Youwan leave a little bit of ...

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