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"Shh!" Lin Wan whispered, her slender white finger raised to the pink tip of Mei Min's nose. "Min Min, be quiet.",Lin Wan clutched her heart and hurried out. Seeing the bustling commercial street in the largest village complex, she finally relaxed.,Gu Yanran: No, since ancient times, childhood sweethearts aren't destined to be together in literature. In stories, childhood friends will turn against each other, fighting to the death.。