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His red, wide sleeves swayed in the wind, making Young Master Qiushan's figure look even more elegant and dashing. He stood there, his black hair fluttering in the wind like a willow in the third month. Beneath his long eyebrows, a faint trace of sadness flowed in his eyes.

When the carriage stopped in front of his eyes, it was as if he suddenly came to a clear realization