"Anyway, the rice has already been cooked. If you don't want to be responsible for me, just tell me. In the worst case, I will go to an ancient temple to become a nun and live in peace for the rest of my life." Ren Yueyue's face flushed, and she hurriedly started to get dressed. At this moment, her tears flowed down unsatisfactorily, and they were particularly harsh in the silence of the palace.
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