"You are not her." The man from the dust suddenly spoke: "Who are you?"
His tone was not very anxious, as if he was asking Bai Shuying out of curiosity, and his leisurely attitude seemed as if he was not in a sea of suffering at the moment, but in bliss.
The Chuchen man listened as Bai Shuying approached him step by step.
When she stretched out her hand to peel off the black cloth, a fragrance wafted from her nose.
My heart moved slightly, and I waited for my eyes to adapt to the things around me, then turned my face and looked down.
I saw a woman standing in front of me as if watering flowers and water.
No makeup was applied to the face, and although there were no pearls to dazzle the body, it was still full of youthfulness.
"You..."
I'm back, and this time it's the end.
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