"How can the Marquis of Zhen Guo be so easy to offend?" A woman couldn't help but sigh, "It's just a pity that a human life has been lost."
Sheldon Shen looked at a broken bowl that had fallen on the roadside. The porridge spilled on the road was already cold.
If it weren't for him, wouldn't she have died so easily?
Sheldon Shen, who had been unable to hold back his tears, had tears streaming down his face unknowingly.
Originally, his life was extremely dark, and only the appearance of the little girl gave him a glimmer of light. But the light was fleeting, and he numbly wiped away the blood on the girl's face, put her on the ground, and held up the cold blood with his only hand. I stuffed the porridge into my mouth and said, "Thank you, it's delicious."
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