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... Shen Yinning savored the word.
The room was filled with the faint and refreshing fragrance of lotus buds. A few emerald-green lotus leaves in a white porcelain vase set off the buds’ delicate pink beauty, like a vivid painting.
"Like..."
She lowered her lashes, her slender pale fingers gripping the brocade quilt tightly.
But she and Lu Ying were not ordinary man and woman.
Their "liking" was insignificant in the face of national vengeance and familial hat ...
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