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Inside the ancient mirror.
A man in blood-red robes, holding a longsword of the same color, walked through a vast desert. His robe snapped loudly in the wind.
From afar, his solitary figure was reminiscent of a streak of crimson sunset, lingering on the horizon.
A young girl chased after him without hesitation, clutching her bleeding wound.
Everyone watching was somewhat moved.
Ling Yayi sighed. "Despite suffering such a ruthless, merciless strike, she still chases him across a thousand miles… Palace Master, you really were in love."
Ning Tao's expression did not change. She only stared at the mirror. "She is her. I am me."
Naturally, she refused to acknowledge that young girl in the mirror was her. The scene shifted again.
That delicate young girl, with willow-leaf brows and a face carved from...
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