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"What is this?" Zhao Jing frowned as he picked it up. It was an exquisite little embroidered box, and from afar, he could smell the fragrance inside. It was something that belonged to a girl. Zhao Jing had never come into contact with a daughter's family's item, so he did not know much about it. When he opened it, he saw a field of pink. The color was extremely pleasing to the eyes