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... Di Mo Xuan asked, the more guilty Ye Qing Luo felt.
She knew that Di Mo Xuan wasn’t blaming her for taking other men’s things.
Instead, Di Mo Xuan was upset that she had trust others easily.
He was caring for her.
Ye Qing Luo’s long curly lashes fluttered like a butterfly’s wings, her pink lips pursed lightly: “I am an alchemist, I won’t take it if I am not confident enough.”
Even Old Man Cang thought this bottle of medicinal pills was the best, ...
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