"I... should go home."
Xiaoxiao got rid of the hand of the Prime Minister of Heaven. There was always a moment when she woke up from her dream. She couldn't be greedy for the love that didn't belong to her. She couldn't grab a part of the love that shouldn't have happened to her just because she was eager to get rid of the failed relationship.
"Can't you stay here?" The God said.
"No," Xiaoxiao said in a firm tone.
With this, she left the terrace and the head of heaven followed her closely.
When Xiaoxiao walked up to the Bugatti, she found that the tires exploded.
The Head of Heaven pouted his lips and said evilly, "It seems to be the will of heaven."
There was still a long distance from the foot of the mountain, and there was no steam store here.
"You don't have a spare tire?"
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