It seems that we are always separated by a glass, clearly each other will see each other so sincerely, but never really touched each other.

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"Who is this woman?" The voice of indifference is calm without a trace of waves, such as the cutter's handsome face, although still a little sick, but it can not ignore his words.

All Xia Yimo's movements were stiff there, forgetting to sniff, but his eyes were full of tears and reflective vitality pouring out. He couldn't stop. A pair of tears stared at Longyaochen without blinking. His heart was suddenly blocked by the frozen blood on his face.

Longxiao's clear and slightly frown,...