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Lee Hao looked at Liu Yuying's embroidery bed in shock. He swallowed his saliva and stood up from the chair unconsciously.

On the wall of Liu Yuying's embroidery bed hung a calligraphy piece of slightly yellowed paper with nothing else on it except a handsome young man.

Lee Hao didn't know much about painting, so he couldn't see any colors nor did he show any aura. However, he still had eyes