
The Consort of the R
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author: < yao shu >
A single, painted hand shot out from the ground, grabbing onto the ankle with a desperate force, as if grasping at a lifeline. A shattering sound echoed, followed by a frantic cry: "Save me... save me...",Her pale, slender hands covered her eyes, though she was no longer dreaming. Yet, the scene from moments ago remained vivid and clear in her mind.,There's simply nothing like listening to someone play the piano while they also enthusiastically munch on melon seeds.。