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Cheng Boyong pulled the reins, as if he was choked by Zhao Lingyi's words.

Pieces of snow fell from the sky and landed on his brown eyes. They were sparkling and translucent without any impurities. The gentle look in his eyes softened his words: "I'm not fussing over them, but I'm tired of smelling that fat powder, and I don't like hearing nice words that were bought with money