Dressed in a Daoist robe, Yinshu's big, watery eyes held a pathetic, tear-drenched sorrow, and her voice was filled with intense reluctance to part. She gently bit her lower lip, as if her tears would burst forth at any second.
Shen Ping sighed, stepped forward, and pulled Yinshu into an embrace.
Yinshu held him tight.
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