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In the mist, a man walked towards him. He had the same figure as Yu Zhengxi, but his face looked as if it had been wiped clean. That man asked with Yu Zhengxi's voice, "Yu Zhengxi, who is it?"

— What a similar scene. For five years, Jiang Qingyuan had been having dreams.

Only this time, it wasn't a dream.

The man in front of him had gained clear facial features, a warm breath