Some things can be forgotten, some things can be commemorated, some things can be willing, some things have been powerless... I love you, this is my disaster.

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Longyaochen looked at the last note of wheat and Peng Yuyangton on the stage, but his ink pupil became so deep that he could not see the bottom, just like the sea under the dark night, deep and full of unknowns...

"Chen?" Feeling the disgust of Longyaochen, Yan Ruocheng looked at him with a slight frown. "What's wrong?"

When Longyaochen heard Yan Ruohong's inquiry, he had restored his calmness. His cool and handsome face was indifferent to people for thousands of miles....