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Junling did not say anything.

Nian Qingci's voice was even lower.

He raised his head slightly and carefully looked at the person before him.

He raised his hand and waved it in front of him.

Junling's expression did not change at all.

There was no change at all.

Nian Qingci couldn't help but pout her lips. Her fingertips gently touched Junling's palm, showing a hint of delicacy. "Junling