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Leng Feimo felt his heart tremble uncontrollably, his eyes landed on the finger the man in front of him had revealed, it was as slender as a spring onion, pure and white without a blemish, it was hard to imagine that it was an old man's hand, but that clear and cold voice made him feel a sense of familiarity and longing.

Leng Feimo looked at Yun Jinxiu in a daze, in that car