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Because of what Flowing Light had said and his promise, Qing Ya became even more nervous.
She had always been strong, but in the next hour or so, she tightly held onto Qing Lan's hand without letting go.
Looking at the gorgeous carpet, he couldn't tell what she was thinking.
Qing Lan looked at her docile appearance, and couldn't help but to reach out to caress her hair
