Such friendships are so easy for them to forget.

In the sound of the flute, there was a red robe, and the hair was no longer the black hair seen during the day, but silver threads.

The wind blew gently, the silver filaments fluttered, the red robe hunted in the wind, and a pair of demonic Danfeng eyes quietly...

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