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ked at Wen Nuan. He also saw Ye Fei Mo beside her, but it seemed as if there was no awkwardness, he casually greeted Wen Nuan. Wen Nuan looked up, the bouquet of fiery red roses was already in her arm...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."Ye Feimo's eyes were shrouded in a veil of mist, unfocused and dazed. Wen Nuan recalled a term, "mirror flowers and water moon," which seemed to encapsulate this feeling perfectly.Aha, I see.He though...