Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Funeral
In this life, I have missed too much, how can I have the opportunity to say anything and not regret it!
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Suffering from the lack of a key, Zhongyi had to use brute force to open the box.
There was a stack of envelopes inside, and each envelope had four words on itβ
Dog pro-enlightenment.
The cold wind drifted in through the half-open window with wetness, and the corners of Zhongyi's mouth couldn't help but curl as he held the stack of envelopes in his hand.
It's been a long time since I've heard Wen Yu'er call him like this, and the last time it's been a long time.
Affectionate eyes moist unfold a small, fresh-colored letterhead.
Above, remember this passage
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Dog, from the day you approached my life, I knew,
"The Rest of My Life Loves You Without Defense" Chapter 87 The funeral is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,
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