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The ancient melody, the crude and unrestrained singing, Mu Rousang's eyes were filled with a hint of emotion, the corners of her mouth slowly rose ?

The sky and the earth gradually dissolved into one color, and the dancing peach blossoms shyly spun around, unwilling to wake up the lovebirds who were staring at each other ?

"Can this song still reach my ears?" Yang Zixuan's soft voice came from