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A familiar smell, a warm embrace, and a gentle strength. Jiang Qing Yuan didn't know why, but she felt like she wanted to cry. Even when she woke up, her head was still unclear.

There was something warm under her lips. Jiang Qing Yuan subconsciously rubbed her lips.

In a daze, the aura around him seemed to have become more frequent.

Strange, very strange.

She wanted to open her eyes