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Mingyou snuggled up to her and said, "Then I hope it's spring tomorrow. That way, you'll be better." Qing Hua patted her head and sighed, "How can the Heavens let you have the final say?"

"Are you making bacon?" Ming You felt a sense of familiarity. It seemed like even in the past, when they were in the Mansion of Ming, the Mansion had done it as well