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Lan Lan almost shed tears after being scolded. She lowered her head in grievance and whispered, "My lady, this servant will comb a hibiscus on your head!" She had only casually mentioned such a hair ornament, but her heart had already started to churn.

In front of Leng Qingyan's eyes, the image of that person from before, that innocent face, appeared.

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