Fu Zhan's eyebrows were raised slightly, and a pair of ink-like eyes looked at her thoughtfully.

At five or six o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was still high, and the golden sun was shining on the ground, and there was no sign of evening at all.

Yan Sheng was not weak-minded, not only was she seen by him as empty-hearted, but she didn't do anything to be sorry for him, and if she wanted to say that she was sorry, she was also sorry for Yu Qiansong.

After a long time, Fu Zhan's mouth finally moved.

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