Some things only know their taste after they have experienced, but if they have experienced more, they will not feel, leaving only sighs...

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arrived in the morning as scheduled.

Xia Yimo got up and went downstairs. On the dining table, Longyaochen and Peng Yuyang did not know what they were talking about. Sometimes wheat broke in with a smile. She stood on the stairs, her feet suddenly heavy and did not know how to lift, looking at Longyaochen's charming and elegant side face, she was like a knife into the heart, dull pain let her forget to breathe.

"Yimo," wheat found Xia Yimo and looked up at her slightly....