Translator: Aran
Perhaps it was because of Ye Qingyu’s opening speech, which brought up a gust of wind, the mandarin duck handkerchief that was covering the white-haired mysterious person’s face was slightly moving, a corner was lifted up.
For this reason, Ye Qingyu caught a glimpse of part of this mysterious white-haired person.
His mind was violently trembling at this moment.
“Mother?”
Ye Qingyu could not help but exclaim aloud.
As though struck..
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