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Wen's voice abruptly stopped, and the next second she restored her sweet and radiant smile. Ye Fei Mo's face was like a centuries-old corpse, with no expression whatsoever, while Wen Nuan silently wep...s of this winding rose corridor.At that time, Fang Liu City was tall and handsome, just like the white knight prince in her dream. He led her through the rose corridor, and said that when she grew up...