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"Zi Yue is really here?"

Huang Ying was astonished. Seeing Zi Yue standing in front of the altar and looking perfectly fine, she had a feeling that she was unable to accept this.

Seeing Zi Yue in such a pitiful state, imprisoned in front of the altar with a pale and immobile face, Feng Ying smiled coldly.

"Humph!"

"It's all about women again, Ye Ling