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Fu Yao glanced at the middle-aged woman expressionlessly, trying hard to remember who she was and when she had met her.

Unfortunately, he didn't have a single memory of her.

It seemed that all these years, he had lived too comfortably, to the point where he had lost all his defenses. How had he been all these years? Fu Yao couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Start... When Qing Yun left