Lu Yunxiao's eyes moved slightly, and then he looked over.
Wherever he looked, there was an eight or nine-year-old girl.
She was born in powder and carved from jade, with two braids tied into it, a pair of **** and white eyes, fluttering, and she looked extremely cute.
However, in the eyes that should be innocent and pure like a child, there is a hint of vicissitudes and profundity.
It doesn't match its exquisite and lovely appearance.
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