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... it is always vague and vague through the fog through the veil, like an illusory figure that has no sense of reality.
Until this moment, her image finally really fell into his sight, fresh and elegant, neither arrogant nor impetuous, smiling like a blooming lily, not smiling like a green bamboo growing beside a stone.
Qiong Qing looked into Mo Dai's eyes, her pupils were bigger and darker than ordinary people, like black jade soaked in the stream, clear and crystal clear, but the my ...
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