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Facing Yin Che's inquiry, the girl's complexion and gaze didn't shift, as if she hadn't heard him at all. But after a moment, she still answered Yun Che's question. She moved her pink and soft lips, murmuring a cold word: Jasmine.
Jasmine? Yun Che smiled, gazing with sincere admiration: Jasmine is lovely and petite, with a rich fragrance and flawless white. This name really suits you.
"Flawless white?" The girl's complexion slowly faded, her lips slightly curled and tilted, forming a cold angle. At that moment, a cool breeze blew by, causing her scarlet hair to flutter in the air. A jade-colored leaf drifted with the wind and was caught by the girl: "I am Jasmine, dyed red with blood!"
As the girl relaxed her grip, the previously whole leaf now became a pile of tiny fragments, drifting away with the wind.
Yin Che's heart experienced a coldness it had never known before, freezing to the core.
