Time can be turned into sand that passes through the fingers, but the inner things can not be conceded, not at all.

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Xia Yimo was ready to open the door. He put up the door handle, but without putting it up, the door was opened from inside. Her hands were stiff in the air. She watched Longyaochen standing at the door holding the door. The black shirt collar unfastened two buttons, and his wheat-colored skin showed a wild allure in the dim light. His hair is not as meticulous as usual, some scattered, the whole person gives a sense of evil spirit to extreme indifference.

After looking at it...