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e wore that year, tying up her hair in a ponytail like hers, and wearing her mask. In my madness, I thought it was her, but I knew it couldn't be true. No matter how similar, it wasn't her. Imagine if...轉碼失敗!請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀!she was thinking just by looking at her expression; this girl was easy to read when it came to him, as all her emotions were plastered on her face. The Second Young Master Ye flicked his slender finge...