Love is like two people pulling a rubber band, and the one who finally collapses must be the one who is unwilling to let go of it...

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"A Chen..." The mechanical voice had a dull sadness. Xia Yimo's face was pale because of the high fever and the long-term nervous tension. She had a little white skin on her mouth, which added a little haggard to her.

Longyaochen pulled Ling's hand forward step by step, and finally stopped in front of Xia Yimo. He looked down slightly and looked coldly.'Why are you here?' The voice was full of resentment, which was unwilling even to hide.

Ling wiped her lower...