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It's night, and the jade dew is cool. She was dressed in white, which was completely different from the one she used to wear in red. And he stood on the bamboo branches, his silver-white figure swaying among the bamboos. How could there be such similar people in the Three Realms? Looking down at her white figure, he wondered. "Young Master, what are you doing here?" She asked with a squinted smile. The bamboo basket on her back was filled with lotus pods, and a white lotus was stuck on the side of the basket. He was silent. She didn't seem to remember him. Or is she not her?