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I don't believe there is a white head on earth.
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The year I met Yan Tingyun, I regarded him as a piece of driftwood in the ocean, and I desperately clung to this piece of driftwood and floated to Shanghai. He raised me and spoiled me. In the end, he gave me to a pervert to play with, and that time, we lost our first child in this life. Many years later, the doctor told me that was also the last one. The day I walked into prison, Yanting Yun said, when you come out, we can get married. I said it was a deal. But I came out, still his mistress. ** those years, from Beijing to Lhasa to Shanghai, Yantingun asked me, where is my favorite? I said Beijing. He slapped over and knocked out one of my teeth, and I swallowed the blood and teeth hard. Then he said, "Remember to say Shanghai next time, I'm in Shanghai. When I rolled into Ushuaia, I received Yanting Yun's