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He was the Prince Shura in the eyes of others, but he treated her with gentleness.

She cried, he coaxed.

She made trouble, and he listened.

She despised him for being too old, and he used his strength to prove that he was in the prime of his life.

She went home crying, and he followed her, begging for shelter.

She wanted to cry.

Gu Yan Qing, I transmigrated! I’m not your White Moonlight, and I’m not your cinnabar mole! \