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... the island. On the other hand, Jiang Cheng always carried his phone with him while visiting her, but she had no way to touch it.

It seemed that Jiang Cheng had given her her freedom, but in reality, he’d cut off all the ways in which she could communicate with the outside world.

Lan Jinyao leaned against the sofa while watching TV and she would, occasionally, curl into a ball. After a few days, she was so bored that she started to feel that she was becoming mouldy from having not ...

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