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... nd others in the room. He paused slightly, his gaze falling on Han Jing, and called out warmly, "Jing’er?"
He was dressed in a dark purple fitted brocade outfit, with his ink-black hair casually tied at the back. Just by standing there, he exuded an aura as if everything else in the world ceased to exist, leaving only him in solitary elegance, his expression light yet irresistibly captivating.
Han Jing stood up, realizing just how tall he was. She wasn’t short, yet standing befor ...
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