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Zuo Xiyan's tears slowly dripped. "I've never seen a woman like you. You can hate me, but Senior Sister really loves you. Before she died, she was worried that you didn't have a good home to return to. "

Fu Xi knelt on the ground, "It's not me, it's not me. It's Jinling."

One night two years ago, Jinling and Fu Xixi were standing on the rooftop of the sect building, chatting.

"Fu Xixi