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Then, Wu Ling seemed to feel that she was experiencing an illusion, rubbing her eyes in disbelief before looking forward again.
The figure of the Town-Nation Duke's Heir in front of her did not vanish.
Instead, it became more solid, incredibly real.
"Princely... Princely Heir...!?"
Wu Ling murmured subconsciously to herself—a quiet voice only she could hear.
Before she could say anything else, Wu Ling covered her red lips with both hands, her bright eyes staring straight at Cheng Guang, tears welling up like silk threads.
"Hush..."
Cheng Guang raised a finger to his lips, stepped forward, and appeared in front of Wu Ling, gently touching her red lips.
Wu Ling stared blankly at Cheng Guang in front of her, feeling the real touch upon her lips.
Wu Ling, no matter how much she couldn't believe that the person in front of her was the Town-Nation Duke's Heir, had to accept it now.
