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slapped Wen Nuan across the face. The white skin on Wen Nuan’s cheek was imprinted with a handprint, the pain making her stagger. 。“Mom, what are you doing It has nothing to do with your sister.” 。"W...itted her teeth and persevered back then, without taking shortcuts, perhaps she and Ye FeiMo would be a pair of enviable fairy lovers by now. Han Bi regrets it now...At first, it was really tough. She...