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Chapter Fifty-Three: Dyeing Ink Fleeting Makeup(2/2)

He bowed slightly and said thanks, "Thank you, sister."

I secretly rejoiced in my heart: I hope that day will come sooner.

Seeing her face gradually showing a smile, Ye Yilan saw it all in his eyes. A hint of cold eyes flashed across the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile: "Ling'er, the only thing I can help you with is this. Ask for help from others.

It's better to ask for it yourself." Ye Yilan doesn't need her gratitude, she will only do this once.

Human beings are born with the reincarnation of heaven, and one person will not change the entire trajectory.

Xia Muling had always had a question in her heart that she couldn't answer. She took this opportunity to ask: "So *** asked my sister if she likes the emperor. Do you still remember her answer?"

"Of course I remember." It was just a casual and perfunctory sentence. She never took it seriously. She stared at the piece of purple magnolia in her hand and laughed at herself. "In the harem, there is no true love."

"In the past, my sister was not like this, but now she has become..."

She is no longer as innocent as before.

How could she have so much sadness in the past?

Her innate nobility is something no woman can match.

"I haven't changed from the beginning to the end. To say that I have changed may be because my heart has changed somewhere."

Ling'er, do you know that it's actually you who has changed?

In the past, I would only admire someone silently. Now, you beg me.

Is it too lonely in purdah? Or is it the jealousy a woman should have? If I don't agree, what will happen to you?
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