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... nd you’re still able to laugh so happily?”
The Ninth Prince’s wide smile froze and he looked at Chen Yu who was below him, only seeing the trail of red blood near her lips and the resentment in her eyes. He lightly coughed, “I’m not laughing at Chen Yu, but at the sign that I keep imagining.” He was thinking of that wooden Leng Yan. After following his seventh brother for so many years, he’s never heard more than three sentences from Len ...
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