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Xinghe stared at the space before her vacantly…

The brilliance in her eyes dimmed as she said, “I felt so useless…”

“Huh?” Xia Zhi had trouble understanding her.

“After my memory loss, I became so useless, it felt like I was suspended from reality.” Now that Xinghe thought about it, the past six years seemed like a long dream.

She had no idea memory l ...

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