Forgetting is our unchangeable destiny. Everything is like a drawing without alignment. Everything in the past can't go back to the past, so it extends slowly. Little by little staggered, staggered into a different life! uuuuuuuuuuuu

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"She... Be gone? Is that right?

Ling smiled and didn't want to deceive her son, but she couldn't say it out again. Xia Yimo had already left...

Longyaochen walked slowly toward Ling's smile, which was very slow and slow. Ling's smile was shocked by his son's sinister momentum, but was forced to step backward, and finally fell into the familiar embrace with the smell of tobacco.

Ling smiled and looked up slightly at...