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The cool breeze blew over, lifting up Xia Weilan's smooth and black hair. Her jade-like face had been carved with a cute expression, her phoenix eyes were shut slightly, and she was lying on the rattan chair, enjoying this peaceful time. It was as if she was living a life Xia Weilan yearned for the most, ordinary and fulfilling.

If Du Ruo finds out that the person is Xia Zihao