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The bird calls of the morning woke Jing Zhuozhuo. When she opened her eyes, a faint smile was revealed on her face. Looking at the sky, it seemed that the weather was not bad today. Thinking of what might have happened, the smile in Jing Zhuozhuo's eyes intensified.

After a simple cleaning up, Jing Zhuozhuo walked leisurely towards Chong Qingmo's yard