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... hensive but also somewhat relieved, and she bit her red lips lightly, wanting to speak.
Feng Ziying's heart tightened, she put it down quickly, and held up the pink dimple of the woman on the right, her slightly red and swollen eyes were still somewhat delicate and pitiful, and her slightly frowned eyebrows seemed to still have some residual pain.
Taking a deep breath, the previous bits and pieces slowly came to mind.
Pricking stamens with golden needles, double lotus ...
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