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In the large room, a slim woman was lying on the bed. The lotus seed soup in his hand was still warm. The room was also warm, and the sunlight from the balcony hit the woman's face.

Her delicate face was like that of an angel. Her fair face was filled with all kinds of scoundrels, but the happiness in her eyes couldn't be ignored. Her slender fingers, which were as tender as green onions