C356 You Think too Much

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Yem Yin's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. Could it be that Mo Shaolian really hated her?

Through the moonlight, she could clearly see Mo Shaolian's firm and fierce face, deep eye sockets, high nose tip, and... thin lips.

Images flashed in her mind, but each one was something she was unwilling to accept.

Yem Yin tightly bit her lips, her face becoming somewhat pale