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Today, Faang Yizhi was wearing a goose-yellow dress. His hair was half-combed, half-wrapped, and tied up in an unknown bun. It was wrapped up with a nice piece of gauze with an exquisite silk flower stuck in it.

Faang Ruxiu had also given Faang Yizhi a few of these silk flowers since the last time the Drunken Cloud Pavilion manager had given them to her