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Xiao Yun laughed, his voice was as clear and pleasant to hear as the wind chimes.

That was until Jun Mo Li, who had always been wearing a stern expression, relaxed a little.

She rubbed her slender fingers together helplessly.

"Mother, what are you thinking?"

Xiao Yun raised his head and looked at Jun Mo Li doubtfully.

"Nothing."

Upon hearing Jun Mo Li's soft reply