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It wasn't Qi Fengxi.

An indescribable sense of loss rose in Su Jia'er's heart as she looked at the pavilion. The unruly Ji Mo Li, his hair scattered behind his back, playing the Phoenix-Tail Zither with an engrossed expression.

After the song ended, Ji Mo Li raised his head to look at Su Jia'er. Her cold temperament seemed even more lonely and lonely in this night