Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi
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She hadn't eaten or drunk anything for three days. It was the middle of winter, and her body couldn't take it anymore.,Su Qingyu's heart sank, and she asked, "What do you want to do",For Cheng Ruijin, her family background was like a thorn piercing her heart. Fortunately, three years of forbearance had not been in vain.。