Every fragmented love has a good memory.

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Grab the ring, open the window, and wave... All the movements were completed without a pause. The ring emitted a blue light in the night, and the parabola was thrown out of the window.

Xia Yimo suddenly looked back and watched the half-a-bit blue-light face become stiff, pupils enlarged, mechanical fans moved the lower eyesight, then conscious control behavior turned around and left the bedroom, footsteps hurried downstairs, even shoes did not change out of the villa...

Long Yaochen just came out of his study. He watched the frail figure disappear at the door and even forgot to close it. A slight...