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... holding a pot of crabapple flowers in her hands. The crabapple flowers were not supposed to bloom in winter, but at this moment, her hands emitted a soft light, and the light shone on the crabapple, which seemed to make the whole winter even warmer.
Mr. Eleven stood next to Qingyue. In the vast expanse of Dajiao Shenshan, the two figures were not conspicuous, but the two were extremely beautiful. One was cold and glamorous, and the other was softer. Beautiful, her fair face reflects the c ...
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