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... o was wearing the long purple dress that she wore when she first met Su Chen. She sat in front of the dressing table, dressing herself.
She brushed her hair with a jade comb, her hair fluttering like the leaves of a willow tree. Yet, she could not ignore nor calm the stirring within her heart.
She suddenly placed the comb down and said, “Can you help me change my bun?”
“Me?” Su Chen, who was standing behind Zhu Xianyao, was startled.
Zhu Xianyao laughed. “ ...
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