The young girls instantly adopted lovesick expressions, itching to rush forward and snatch those ten autographed portrait photos away so they could hug a pillow, crawl under the covers, and secretly gaze at them at night.
When Jiang Lan saw the photo, however, she frowned and fell into deep contemplation. The back view looked extremely familiar to her—especially the garment Master Yunlu was wearing, which seemed like something she had seen before.
Suddenly.
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