A gentle breeze stirred the delicate petals without a trace,
Spring's blossoms had passed, and early summer was quietly arriving.
A slender, pale hand picked up a golden lock lying on the ground. Its chain chimed softly, seeming to ensnare the soul. Turning the lock over in her hand, she suddenly murmured, “Prince Yanxing's Manor?”
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Haha, it's okay~~~~But Chen~~ It's so unkind of you to stop here. Who is that person? Alas, no more guessing. Looking forward to updates!