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Li Zizhen looked at Zhiyi in front of him, and couldn't help but caress Zhiyi's cheek with his trembling hands. He had remembered the face for thousands of years, such a familiar face, and a familiar breath. Isn't this exactly Mengluo? Before that, he was still hesitant about coming to Qingqiu. After all, he didn't want to have anything to do with that person in Qingqiu. ...
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