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... the memorial tablet on the table.
The cold wind that blew through the hall kept blowing from there.
Ye Siming’s wolf eyes were deep in her arms. “I smell an unpleasant smell.”
Gu Nuo’er carried the wolf cub and walked into the house curiously.
There was a flamboyant name written on the plaque, but she couldn’t understand it.
Apart from seasonal melon seeds and fruits, there were also snacks on the incense table and candlestick.
There was actually a ...
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