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The more I spoke, the more I felt as if he were talking to himself. It was unconvincing and meaningless.

Day after day, no accidents occurred. Instead, I lived more and more like a fairy, gradually looking down on this matter.

He picked a day with a clear and bright day, arranged the living room, and got out to make Auntie Luo's rich and powerful bridegroom's house.

There was no helping it