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Song Yun'er has lived a smooth life for more than ten years. Maybe someone couldn't see it and added some spice to her. Lying on the wall, there are figures of bamboo horses practicing martial arts in the yard. "Come down, I'll catch you." An Ziyu stretched out his hands, and Song Yun'er pounced on the young man below. Everything was so beautiful. During the prayer meeting, Song Yun'er accidentally got separated from others. With her sprained foot, she sat dejectedly under a tree, hoping that her mother would find her soon. "Hey, the person who came here doesn't seem familiar." The night was getting darker and she couldn't see clearly. "Your Highness King Chen, why are you here?" At least someone came, and it turned out to be an indifferent person "passing by".