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With Fu Qing gone, a huge weight in Murong Lia's heart also dropped to the ground.

In the future, only the heavens would know, the earth would know, and he would know.

He opened the box and looked at the pill, one by one, they laid down quietly and orderly.

He had long since become an embroidery lady. She had neatly covered the box made of rosewood with a layer of cotton