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It was An Xiran's first time entering Nan Yan's room. As he looked at the furnishings, his face darkened.
Everything was of an old style, and many items were transferred from An Muyao's room—things she no longer wanted, all placed in Nan Yan's room.
Nan Yan didn't pay attention to him and let him look around freely. She then pulled out a stack of clothes from the wardrobe and threw them on the floor.
"What are you doing?" An Xiran grabbed her hand, his brows furro ...
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