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The feeling of being held by a stranger was very strange. The unexpected coolness of the hand was both familiar and unfamiliar. Leng Yanyan stared blankly for a moment before looking at the man holding her hand. This man had fair skin, handsome features, and was dressed very well in an orange robe.

This man's gaze was somewhat familiar, causing Leng Qingyan to not dare to look him in the eye