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The man's green clothes seemed to be flowing with warm moonlight, and his dark hair was swaying in the wind mixed with the fragrance of lotus dew. His sword-shaped eyebrows were drawn into his temples, and his eyes were bright and shining like stars. I looked at his eyebrows. His eyes were picturesque, and his heart was moved in an instant. He didn't know what to say, so he could only squeeze out one sentence: Chuchen, the more I like you, the more I hate you, and the more I hate you, the more I can't let you go.