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There is a peach tree in full bloom in the courtyard. When the wind blows, the fallen flowers are in full bloom, making the eyes full of colorful flowers. Zhan Zhao wears blue clothes and rests on the railing. He is alone and independent from the world. He looked back at dusk, his eyebrows soft, gentle and handsome, like a ray of spring light. The tenderness between her brows and eyes reflected her dream silently. This inexplicable feeling passed through my heart in a trance. When he turned around and saw her, Zhan Zhao suddenly had a look on his face, with a cold aura exuding all over his body. The tenderness in his eyes instantly turned into cold knives, and his frowning brows seemed to be dissatisfied with her appearance and disgusted with her existence.