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When the Heart Beats

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Read When the Heart Beats novel written by the author Airielle_Jamelo on WebNovel, This serial novel genre is Fantasy stories, ✓ Newest updated ✓ All rights reserved

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How can a person fall in love if he does not have a soul and a heart?

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