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Year's Eve, there were few cars on the road. For him, a driving master, there was basically no obstacle at all. While driving, he could even think about other things.When Dayang learned that Rong Ling... rosy red, like cherries. Every detail that differed from white emanated a unique allure, captivating him involuntarily, stirring something within him.My heart pounded for a moment, then jumped twice...