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... memory of her was hidden again in Sun Wukong's memory. No matter how much Sun Wukong wanted to keep, But still temporarily blocked.
Sun Wukong blinked, looking at the neatly folded clothes next to him, thoughtful.
Whose clothes are these, why are they here?
Sun Wukong can't remember anything, but somehow, he likes the clothes very much when he sees it. He likes it even more than the pan peach he ate and the fairy brew he drank in the Tiangong before.
He thou ...
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