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Stepping into the painted dormitory, Duan Mingyuan's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the scene before him.
There was only one candle lit in the room. Looking further ahead, Jiuyue stood before a mirror, meticulously applying makeup.
The scent of incense wafted through the air, and she had somehow found a phoenix crown to wear, the jade crown studded with dazzling gems that shimmered with luster and opulence.
Clad in fiery red garments, her back to him, their reflection revealed Jiuyue's beautiful face. She saw Duan Mingyuan enter the room through the mirror. Her red lips, accentuated by rouge, curved upward slightly, and her long, black, silky hair seemed to have grown much longer than before, almost touching her ankles.
All it took was her gentle smile to dispel the fatigue of the entire day.
