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Yan Shuo looked at Zuo Zhaoyang's face from the side with a profound look. His eyelashes trembled, as if he was thinking about something. He sometimes felt that it was very strange, it was obviously an face that was exactly the same as Rong Er's, but why couldn't he sense any familiar aura from her body.

At this time, there were only the three of them in the room. Xun Er was sleeping soundly