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Yuan Ning slightly closed her eyes and breathed evenly while facing Lu Zihao.

Just like the night when Yuan Ning's birthday fell a few years ago, when she woke up, she did the same thing. Her skin was snow-white, her eyelashes slightly trembled, and her face was slightly red. She quietly laid beside him.

Wine is such a hateful thing! At this moment, Lu Zihao even had the thought of dying