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Xie Zhen and Yan Yu separated at the door. One went to Palace Linde, the other went to Palace Zhaoyang. Before she left, Yan Yu was still worried, he repeatedly reminded Shuang Yu to carefully observe her body. His heart was preoccupied with her, but this girl didn't appreciate his kindness. She forgot him the moment she saw her mother and sister, and even found him verbose in the end. She pushed him to the side and said impatiently, "I understand, I understand.


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