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Yang Xichen threw away Xia Ying's hand with a look of disdain: "Xia Ying, it's been four years since we last met, I didn't expect that you'd actually turn into such an aqua poplar flower."

What did he say? Xia Ying felt as if a needle had stabbed into her throat, causing her to feel incomparable discomfort. Water Yang Hua? In Yang Xichen's eyes, she, Xia Ying