In the quaint room, Nian sat up from his bed, muttering to himself. He was about fifteen years old, with a handsome face, but his clear eyes were covered with bandages, as if they were injured.,Lin Ling's face wore a wry smile, his soul took root within this vessel. He soon realized the original owner had been in a struggle with someone, accidentally killed in the fray. Most importantly, the original owner left him a pair of wounded eyes.,Looking back now, Lin Ling knew that it wasn't a disappearance. It was because he had no backing, and was secretly killed!。
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