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Time stopped for her. As an old antique that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, Even if the plain of buried bones becomes a landscape of high-rise buildings, What was once a battlefield became a temple. Time is still very slow in her eyes. Even when she came to this rain pavilion again and again, the rain outside the pavilion still looked the same as it did a thousand years ago, even though it was thousands of years apart.

She actually lived for a thousand years, He obviously looks like a simple and gentle person. Xiaoxiong came to the Garden of Light once, looking forward to seeing her again.