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... back to give her a dream...

After a moment of indifference.

Qin Xiaobai commented on her face with gentle eyes, and slowly leaned over. Then he reached out and gently wiped the two lines of tears from her cheeks.

When Qin Xiaobai touched Su Wanqing's face with both hands, she suddenly trembled violently.

Yes.

The dream this time is different from the past ten years.

His hands are warm.

It's warm!

Su Wanqing suddenly became a little confused ...

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