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Hearing Xiao Lan's call, Yan Wenqing suddenly came back to her senses. She carefully folded the handkerchief and handed it back to Xiao Lan, "Take good care of it."

Xiao Lan quickly put away her handkerchief. She could feel that Yan Wenqing was worried about this butterfly silk.

Yan Wenqing stood up and looked towards the vast night in the forest. The rain was still pouring down non-stop