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Deep into the night, Nalan Xiong quietly left while Su Xiao Jin sat inside the tent. Her hand slowly caressed her scarred face, the corner of her mouth slightly curled up. Who would have known that there was another face under the mask?

Young Master Qiushan stood stiffly behind the flowers, looking at Nalan Xiong's sneaky figure. Although he was furious, there was nothing he could do