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Nalan Mannyue boiled the heart into a thick soup. The originally smelly medicine turned into a kind of bitter purple thick juice.

He was carrying a bowl of essence. Ning Wushuang was already dressed and sitting in the hall waiting for him.

Ning Wushuang wore a silk skirt embroidered with plum blossoms. Her face was so white that it was almost transparent. Her skin was as translucent as cream