The snowflakes in the sky, like torn hearts, fell one after another. In Liaozhou City, a cold and lonely border town, a warm silence has been spread. An Shaoqing stood in the snow, her mind blank. For the first and only time in his memory, his mind was empty, and nothing existed except Su Jin's face. Where will she go? Where will she be? Why can't you remember it at all? Why can't you think of anything...

"Anton Hou's Mansion" 178.I'm sorry Wushuang, I can't take you away this time I'm hitting it with my hand, please wait a moment,

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