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... crouched in front of a newly lit fire outside the pavilion, using wooden branches to skewer the marinated chicken he was roasting for Feng Yu Die.
Inside the pavilion, Feng Yu Die and Gu Mingxin sat opposite at the stone table, their golden and red eyes intersecting in a straight line, neither of them speaking.
Xiao Tian was floating a little higher at this moment, feeling conflicted.
What happened between Ye Anping and Gu Mingxin just now, even if she didn't witness it, ...
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