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... Wenxin. Lifting the teacup, he gulped down the entirety of its contents.

Chang’an, that was the name Yan Wenxin gave him, and only Yan Wenxin had used that name before. During that period of time when they were together, this was how he always addressed him.

Chang’an Chang’an, forever, everlasting safety and peace… The gaze Wu Xingzi directed at Yan Wenxin could be described as complicated. Many questions ran through his head. Did Yan Wenxin look for him because of Ping Yifan? W ...

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