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The sky was starting to turn white. The gentle breeze of the summer morning caressed the strands of hair on Yan Zirong's forehead. Those strands of hair fell onto the surface of someone's calm lake, causing ripples that could not be seen.

Yan Zirong subconsciously stuck the piece of hair on her forehead on her ear and smiled guiltily at Qiao Zi'an, "Sorry, I can't clean up after I slept