Standing in front of Song Qingzhi's tombstone, Huo Yicheng was like a fool who had lost his soul. The cemetery is newly built, lonely with a few bouquets of chrysanthemums and Song Qingzhi on the tombstone, smiling softly...
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Looking at the man who slowly walked in, Song Qingzhi's eyes had half fear, and the other half, but it was cold hatred. Huo Yicheng didn't like this kind of look that women showed, but the eyes...
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