"Seven years have passed so quickly, I almost don't recognize you anymore." Zhu Nian broke away from Du Heng's hand and gently rubbed his red wrist, with a coquettish smile on his lips, "General, if you want one person from the slave family to serve you, you have to pay more money."
"It turns out it was really fast. You didn't even recognize me, but I still recognize you, and so does You Ziqing."
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"Sometimes I really miss You Ziqing, but he won't recognize me the way I look now."
From the moment You Ziqing died in the battle, Zhu Nian had no soul. She had already died with You Ziqing in Nanfang City.
Purpose: Peace