As a Majestic Ghost, How Can I Be Subservient?
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The red door was only a memory, but a trace of fear still crept into her eyes.
It was clear just how deep a psychological shadow Qin Liu had cast over her.
"That's why I said I wished I could scatter Gu Qianyang's ashes,"
"Then dance on his grave while playing this sentence twenty-four hours a day,"
"Look at how young you...
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