Two days later, Dao City.
On the bustling streets of Dao City, the warm and gentle sunlight cast its glow upon the bluestone-paved ground. Crowds surged back and forth, and the clamor of voices rose one after another.
On the street, Wangquan Zui wore a light yellow silk dress, the hem fluttering gently in the breeze. Her waterfall-like long hair was simply tied up, and a few strands of hair playfully brushed against her cheeks, adding a touch of coyness and shyness.
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