The man in front of him had a face as finely carved as jade, fair skin that could be broken by blows, lips as passionate as petals, long silver-white hair as long as silk and reaching his waist, and eyes as captivating as rubies. At this time, he was like a god, looking down at the mirror sternly.
At this moment, there was only this person in Jing's eyes, with a voice and a smile, and she was looking at him. She was so fascinated that she took a step towards him and stared at him blankly.
"Do you still remember me?"
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