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It was late in the night, and the moon was moving through the clouds of white lotuses. A breeze was blowing, the leaves were rustling, and everything was quiet.

Shang Yiqing laid in Fang Zinan's embrace, and said faintly: "My eyes have recovered, are you going to send me away soon?"

Fang Zinan nodded slightly as his fingers slid across her shoulder that was as smooth as jade