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... hen he lowers his voice and softly says, “I want you to become my, Di Ming Jue’s, wife!”
The light in Muyan’s eyes grows darker, she gently says: “Since it’s a marriage proposal, could you let me go first? My hand is sore from your grip.”
Di Ming Jue is stumped from that, quickly loosening his grip. His concerned gaze falls on her slender wrist.
And indeed, there’s a red imprint marring her slender jade wrists.
However, the red mark doesn’t look like a flaw; on th ...
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