Standing in front of the woman was a dignified-looking young gentleman, looking at his lack of confidence in his way of speaking and his rather jerky expression, he estimated that his age was only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Although he was young and vigorous, his eyes were sharp, his words were burning, and his words were reasonable, and he didn't seem to be left behind.

He was wearing a cyan round-necked robe with a lotus pattern, and against the bright candles around him, the crimson robe was unexpected

"After being widowed, she became the general's white moonlight" one hundred and sixty-seven is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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