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The cold wind blew gently, the moon shone in the pavilion.

The pavilion had a dark red color, and her white fingers were constantly fiddling with the blue porcelain cup in her hand.

A trace of something flashed across Su Qingyue's eyes.

Suddenly, a sharp light flashed.

Her lips parted slightly.

"You always like to come when I'm lost in thought."

Behind her, Ming Ye froze