After hearing Yue Zitong talk about how Li Nan died, Helan Xiaoxincai got up from the ground and sat on the sofa.

For a moment, she seemed much older.

It's not a look, it's a strain.

Especially those eyes that always have spring water flowing, like dried rivers, reveal the cracked riverbed, a few smelly fish, in the scorching sun, emitting the smell of death.

The news of Li Nan's death, like an invisible big hand, grabbed Helan Xiaoxin's soul.

Just give her a sexy, mature and beautiful body.

Without the body of the soul, how beautiful is it, and what's the difference between walking corpse and walking flesh?

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