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Su Zongwen looked at Ming Yuchen. His face was as pale as paper and carried an indescribable loneliness.

"I'm just asking."

Ming Yuchen said indifferently, he once again looked up at the Plum Blossom, his expression lonely.

Su Zongwen pondered for a moment and in his heart, he had already guessed the gist of it.

In the past few days