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People didn’t know that being a saint was actually to be a sacrifice itself. They only knew that the virtue of a saint involves a sacrifice.
Why am I alive?’ A product of benevolence and a symbol of sacrifice. Niniya’s duty should have ended when she was sacrificed. *** A large hand clasped Niniya’s neck and she felt a chill. Niniya had said the same thing over and over again. “…I’m sorry.” His anger was blatantly obvious for Niniya to see. The red fierce gaze bored into Niniya’s very soul.
“What the hell should I use you for?" Menampilkan lebih banyak
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