C72 End of the cold war

Yi Cheng then returned to his room and laid on his bed with a lingering fear. Luckily he had seen it today, otherwise, he really would not know when this girl would hide it from him.

"Would it be Chun Mu's birthday?" Yi Cheng muttered as he took out his cell phone to log into his Weibo, which he had not seen in a few hundred years.

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