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"What?" Sure enough, Zhao Ning'er's scrunched up brows relaxed a little.

"Waterheart." Back then, Fu Xixi wanted to find Zuo Xi Yan to help her dry the quilt. She couldn't hang it on the clothes pole by herself, but she heard the conversation between her senior sister and Zuo Xi outside the room. At that time, she didn't know what a walking stick was.

"Very good