Mu Siyan opened her eyes tiredly, the dim candle flame shone on that familiar and unfamiliar face, the suppressed sourness flooded her heart, she stretched out her hand, hesitating, as if trying to touch his facial features. "Yan'er, what's wrong?" She originally thought that time would wash away everything, thought that she would no longer love, and thought that she would not care anymore, but when a contact point appeared, those original thoughts became self-deception. Model...

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