Love can not tolerate any impurities, just because there may be uncontrollable qualitative change...

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"If I say I didn't do it... Chen, do you believe me?

The space becomes quiet and untrue. Everyone looks at Longyaochen. Longyaochen just falls on Yan Ruohuang's face with a light eye. His thin lip closes gently. He looks at it quietly as if he wants to see something.

Yan Ruohuang did not shy away from her glare at all. Her eyes did not know whether they were sleepless at night or red because of grievance. Her nose flapped and her lips gradually drifted. She did not speak any more, but waited for Longyaochen's...