There was a dead silence in the room, tears slid down, Jiang Ying opened his mouth, but he couldn't cry a half-sentence.

She only felt cold, fear, and sourness all over her body.

The throat seemed to be pulled by a blade, and it hurt even to gasp, and the heart in the chest cavity was like being clenched, pinched hard a little bit, and pinched to pieces.

Jiang Ying's whole body was curled up, his legs were not moving, and he could only barely maintain one movement.

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"Wishful Thinking" Chapter 142 The bystander Qing is hitting with his hand, please wait a moment,

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