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2024-04-25 23:22:23Hi everyone,
I hope everyone is doing well. As I mentioned in the epilogue, the story revolves around an innocent, angelic girl and a devil reincarnated man.The story will soon take a turn because the past has begun to be revealed.I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far.I would appreciate it if you could devote more time to yours, share your thoughts, and rate the book. Only readers possess the true soul of a book and the strength of an author. Your thoughts and comments keep me motivated and confirm that I am on the right track in working hard to keep you entertained. I am working very hard to create a good plot with strong ML and FL.Thank you for your encouragement.Miss M
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