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On the wedding night, dressed in red. Huan Li carefully held the hand of the person in front of him, "Ah Zhao, this king is here to marry you." Yan Zhao lowered her eyebrows, with the shyness of a daughter she had never had before, tracing his outline through the bright red hijab, thinking in her heart, "Yes, this is the destined person that my parents said, it will be him in this life." However, the fire in the south of the city burned half of the sky red, and her eyes were also red...