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Po浪 and said she believed in him. Jiang Po浪 felt his heart was about to melt. The boy's youthful feelings, like the summer wind, became warm. His wheat-colored skin was even more rarely tinged with a...uge sum of money and were afraid Ling would investigate. Isn't that necklace yours! Your classmates say you always wore it! Or is it that Ling gave it to you, so you sold it out of fear! But why woul...