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... istening to a symphony.


“Master, will you follow me?”


Chu Qiao shook her head and lightly smiled. “I will stay here.”


He Xiao nodded as he bowed. “Take care, Master.”


There were some dew drops on the outside of the window, as the moon hung brightly in the night sky. Chu Qiao looked at the white moon hanging in the sky as she murmured, “A storm is brewing.”


Zhuge family sent three different servants to take care of Chu Qiao before her wedding but ...

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