You are my endless love.
She cautiously glanced back from the rearview mirror, but this glance made her almost forget to breathe.
The woman sitting in the back, with a calm expression, tore the paper in her hand into two halves, two pieces torn into four, four pieces torn into eight… That 1.7 billion piece of paper, from her hand, was torn into small pieces, the woman's hand that was tightly holding those small pieces of paper, reached out the window, opened her hand, and the pieces of paper in her palm flew away with the wind,
Meadow couldn't help but look into her eyes in surprise: "Are you crazy? You forgot, how did you get that piece of paper? How could you let it turn into scraps of paper."
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