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Tang Xuenan took a big step forward, she couldn't believe that the dark-skinned youth with wheat skin was Murong Han.
Indeed, a white mask covered a white face, while a black shadow could not be saved.
"Murong..." "Huh?"
"Miss Xue." It was still the same relaxed smile, as if time had not changed at all apart from the charred skin color.
Tang Xuenan looked up and down with a pained expression