871 The First Half of the Overtime

When Real Madrid was awarded a penalty, Shania, sitting in a VIP box of the Bernabeu Stadium, squeezed her hands together before her chest. Lowering her head, she was praying in a low voice as if she was speaking to herself. Her pretty face was a little pale. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Although her eyes were shut, her long eyelashes were slightly shivering.

"Almighty God, I don't expect my sins to be forgiven. Neither do I want a great fortune. I only hope my husband will stay healthy, forever healthy…"

With her eyes closed, she kept murmuring like that. As to what was happening on the football field, she did not care about it. She only wanted her husband to finish the game safe and sound. Whoever wanted to be the winner, just let them be!

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