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The wheelchair ca out of the palanquin and landed steadily on the ground covered with leaves.
In that instant, it was as if the world had lost its color.
The man was dressed in a crescent white robe. His black hair was like smoke, and his exquisite face hid the charm of spring flowers and autumn moons. A drop of red cinnabar was on his moon-like forehead.
Feng Chuge looked at the man in front of him and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Her legs were inconvenient, and there was a touch of cinnabar between her eyebrows…
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