"Yanyan, welcome home."

A thin piece of paper carries Zhang Mei's absurdity and helplessness for so many years, Jiang Qiyan went from fear to shock, remorse, and relief, and finally couldn't hold the weight of these few grams, and the paper fell down.

She leaned over the bed and cried for a long time, and when she looked up, she found it dark outside.

I don't know how long the phone vibrated and it was hot when I picked it up.

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