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He worked hard at every step, with deep grudges, and did not want to see her reincarnation.
She looked back and smiled, her eyes bright, smiling at the hardships in the world of mortals.
He, the last son of the previous dynasty, loved her a thousand times, but could not be filled with the joy of a beautiful woman.
Yang Mochen: Xuehuan, we are just sons and daughters, but heroes are short-tempered.
Yang Qingzhou: Xuehuan, if you are a calamity, please God open your eyes and grant me eternal disaster.
From now on, we will drink and sing together, affectionately