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Nangong Jingli stood at the bottom of the hall steps, while Luo Wuyou was still standing at the top of the hall steps. Her face was once again smeared with rouge, but even so, he still seemed very weak, as if she would collapse if the wind blew. She was obviously very weak, but she stood up straight and tenaciously.

It was always the feeling of being cherished and cherished, unwittingly