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... Yan Ye was still asleep. His eyes were closed, and they outlined a beautiful arc on his exquisite face. He was in a deep sleep. Beiting Huang got up, lifted the curtain, and walked over, but he did not wake up.
The window was closed very well, and only a few unknown flowers could be vaguely seen outside. The shadows of the flowers swayed on the window, and spots of shadow landed on Yan Ye’s face. This face was as beautiful as an ancient painting. Infinite brushes and ink could not descri ...
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