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In the music city in June, the weather was already rather hot. By the time Su Xiaojin reached the backyard, her body was already drenched in sweat. At this moment, the fragrance filled the garden amidst the Butterfly Dance Flower. It was clearly just right for the sunlight, yet it made people feel cold.

She looked at Gongzi Qiushan, who was being stabbed in the chest with a sword