The next second, my consciousness was back in my body.

I stood in front of my past life, she and I were the same face, and we looked exactly the same.

So what she went through, just like what I went through, was painful.

Every time it was my past life touching my head.

This time, I touched my head from my previous life.

"It must be painful, right?"

Those encounters, those memories, those hurts that cannot be forgotten.

It must be painful, right?

In my previous life, I touched my head, but instead uncharacteristically hid backwards, and then lowered my head, a little sad.

"yes, I live with this struggle every day......

"I, the ghost, mediocre" 159, the only way is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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