That word pierced Tong Ying's heart like a knife, you are me Even if so many years have passed, she does know that her father and mother will always love her, as long as she thinks of those words, Tong Ying still feels that there is a bloody pain in her heart.

She never forgot what she had heard, and gradually found confirmation through the words of the people under her.

Tong Ying felt like a commodity, whether it was in her previous life or in this life, it seemed that she would never be able to escape becoming a chess piece, putting her closest people in the most dangerous places, and never caring about her life or death.

What's the point of living like that?

Tong Ying didn't know what her past life was

"Mrs. Nanhou Sees the Hell" One hundred and twenty-seven The power does not intercede is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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