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A cool wind blew. In early spring, the locust flowers flew, and the half-moon hid behind a thick cloud. The night was even darker.

"Just who are you?" The moment she said those words, Ye Cheng could feel that some of the leaves and roof tiles in the corner had moved away, and even the clothes that Ye Cheng was wearing started to slightly wrinkle, which was not the shape of the wind blowing