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g with tears. She looked at herself in the mirror, pale and haggard, with disheveled black hair and tear-stained cheeks, as if abandoned or deeply wronged. Dressed in white, she appeared lost and brok..."Xiao Liu, come on, let's have a match!"

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She was a little conflicted, but being someone who could handle big things, she quickly saw things clearly. She had a long life ahead of her, and could she really pretend to be strong in front of Lin Meng for the rest of her life!

Hit!

Why don't you fight!couldn't match Rong Ling. Now that she only had one hand left, she was even less of a match for him. This man, as if knowing she would scream, covered her small mouth with his burning lips, preventing...