Translator: Aran

  Song Xiaojun's eyebrows curved up, her eyes forming crescent moons.

  Xian'er stood next to her, with her eyes wide open in disbelief.

  In her memory, this was the first time ever since sister Xiaojun had controlled the Unmoving City of Darkness, that she had shown such a happy expression. Even when she sat on the throne of darkness of the Unmoving City of Darkness, there would be no emotions on her face at all. Her expression would remain calm and icy.
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