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Ling Jue's movements were very gentle, as if she was cherishing a treasure, afraid that she would accidentally harm the person in front of her.

At this moment, Xia Weilan could feel a light brush blowing on his face. It was Ling Jue's breath that was quietly hitting her face.

Xia Weilan had never seen Ling Jue's face so closely before. At this time