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Yun Mixue, on the other hand, was used to this. Even though she was holding his hand, there was always an unreal feeling. She kept turning her head to look at him, a smile on her face.

"Haven't you seen enough every day?"

"Have you seen enough of my face?"

Wuma Jue heard her reply and smiled. "No."

"That's more like it. If you haven't seen enough of me