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The feeling of embarrassment is a constant feeling. As a friend of Xia Dulu, Helena does not feel that it is enough to pay attention to her achievements behind her. She also hopes to have the opportunity to be envied.

However, just as in the era of Fuxi, all the characters of the eternal life are all accompanied by Fuxi, she is also the foil of Xia Dulu's era, although this er ...

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