During the wedding, the song of the dragon sounded loudly. A person from another world fell from the sky above the Duke's daughter Mira and was abducted by a dragon... "You... Are very beautiful, Chang Qing." He stared intently at the back that was made even whiter by the black hair. There were a few scratches on the waist and a few strands of imitation on the shoulders. The graceful lines of the Buddha soaked in water... "Your name, Arman..." Mo Changqing replied with complex eyes. The deep and melancholy eyes on the man's three-dimensional face always make people feel overwhelmed and soft-hearted, the kind of soft-hearted that wants to be better to him. "Chang Qing..." The distance between the two people was getting closer and closer. The moment their lips touched, he woke up and pushed him away. "No, I can't... I'm not her!" His eyes seemed to be covered with mist, and he spoke with great difficulty. "Chang Qing..." The once magnificent father was lying on the bed, his life force beginning to drain away rapidly after hearing the news of that man's death. "You have to remember," the dying man looked at him miserably, and his pale lips slowly uttered words that he had never been able to understand before: "You don't know where love starts, it goes deeper..."
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