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ded for a long time. She frowned slightly

ster asks a question and you d

grapes and slapped my face repeatedly without mercy. The grapes burst

ugh from Princess Miranda. She giggled, as if the previo

ce was already numb from the swelling. I lowered my head, holding back my tea

quiet alley outside t

in front of me. They hesitated, their eyes filled with tears. The woma

rincess Miranda. Now, the maid had been beaten to death, her bod

nally accepted the money. The two of

s for those poor souls who had suffered unexpected hardships. Perhaps becaus

y not do some good deeds and accumulate virtue?" Valerie used t

he world. Why were the kind-hearted people often wronged

nk too much about it. Without Valerie's guidance, I feared I might tu