"Could she have amnesia...?" Cui Changfang glanced at Yan Huifeng, hesitated, and spoke up.
Suddenly, Zhao Hao won nine consecutive games of chess, leaving the elderly monk Yuanjue with a face as dark as charcoal.
Jiang Xuan looked into Xing Zeyu's eyes. His gaze seemed to hold a vast expanse of starry oceans; the deep and boundless sea was calm and without ripples, yet it stirred into ripples as Youyou pulled at the corner of his clothes.
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