A graceful woman in a wide-sleeved shirt walked into the room swaying slowly. The clothes on the woman could be seen through at a glance, but after putting them on, she looked hazy and beautiful.
When the collar is opened, the fragrance of powder and the scent of flowers are lingering.
A gust of wind blew by, and Ethan Li felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
He was very familiar with the murderer who killed his original self last night.
Unexpectedly, the other party actually dared to come again so blatantly.
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