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... freshing, and also caused the messy silver hair to flutter slowly.
Gurgle gurgle~
Ye Anping sat in a wheelchair, slowly pushed by Feng Yu Die along the stone path in the garden. Looking at the ornamental spiritual flowers unique to the Northern Region on both sides of the path, he felt a lot more relaxed.
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He glanced back and saw Feng Yu Die ...
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