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... er the influence of Ye Zhen, Feng Qingyue had always been indifferent, that kind of nobility and detachment seemed ingrained in her bones, never showing great joy, sorrow, or fury.
But now, Feng Qingyue’s hands were tightly clasped together, her knuckles turning somewhat green because of the force she was exerting, yet even so, those delicate hands continued to tremble ceaselessly. The single jade hairpin in her coiffed hair, due to her body’s trembling, was also vibrating without stop. ...
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