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... “Husband, what are you sighing about?”
Zhao Qingmei, having finished tidying up, walked over to An Jing with a face full of curiosity.
Wearing a scattered-flower misty green pleated skirt, with her cherry lips naturally red without any embellishment, and alluringly delicate, two strands of hair beside her cheeks fluttered with the breeze, adding an enticing charm.
“Nothing, I was just thinking the weather is really nice.” An Jing looked up at the dimming sky.
“It ...
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