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Wang Ye’s style was to do what he thought he would do.

At this moment, he was in a boundless sea of colorful flowers. The air was filled with sparkling spots of light, and the rich fragrance of flowers wafted in the air.

A dazzling light sprinkled down from the top of his head. It was bright and gentle, and it was not the sunlight, but it was as bright as the sunlight