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A purple dress entered his eyes. Wei Qiyang raised his head, looked at the purple skirt, and his eyebrows slightly twitched, as if he was confirming: "Luoying Pavilion Young Lord … Ruan Nichang? "

Ruan Nichang, whose hands and feet were comfortable, was dragged all the way here by Qian Da.

She was being dragged by someone along the way. The metal shackles rubbed against her ankles and wrists