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... n the Plum Garden, Lin Wanwan didn’t need to see the person to know their identity. She couldn’t help it; the person’s distinctive voice was too recognizable.
"Pleasure to meet you, dear cousin. You’re at the Ge Xian Temple today as well." Lin Wanwan let go of the squirming Qingyu and took her hand, leading her towards the source of the voice.
Qingyu’s little feet seemed glued to the ground, stubbornly refusing to move forward. She had also recognized the identity of the speaker ...
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