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... , and Nian is not like this.
He doesn't want to talk because he is not introverted, but simple—no, think, say, say.
The car stopped at the traffic lights, and Nian’an seemed to habitually open the window.
In the spring, the air is filled with a touch of grassy fragrance, a season of recovery.
"Wow wow...oh...wow..."
Suddenly, a man in a black trench coat passed through a crowd of vehicles, holding a little girl about three or four years old in his hand.
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