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The past was like the wind, the world was like a dream. Now, Pann Xiaoman thought of Mo Shangqian as though it was a lifetime ago — — Now, around her neck hung the two wild wolves' bone horn carvings. Mo Shangqian had bought these, but the wild wolves were Helian Mo's favorite animals.

Pann Xiaoman felt that she was truly a contradictory person.

The one he loved was Helian Mo