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She reached out her hand and gently brushed away the yellow leaves on her eyelids. King Qin couldn't even see her expression clearly.

"Little girl, are you tired?"

"Ah!

Silence. There was only the wind of late autumn, the torch of late autumn, and the night of late autumn in this foreign land.

"Little girl, are you angry?"

Her voice sounded as calm as water: "Qin Shangcheng, all these years