The snow was white, and everyone was dressed in black.

Cen Heshuang stood in the pitch-black crowd, in a solemn and solemn atmosphere, listening to the prayer of the master of ceremonies, and there was a black and white photo hanging in front of the mourning hall in front of him.

Her face was haggard, her eyes were hollow, and she was overwhelmed by the sad atmosphere in the mourning hall, and she was out of breath.

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Chapter 137 You are not newlyweds Yan'er is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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