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On the day of the wedding. <br />Sedan chair carried to the door, he gently lifted the sedan chair curtains, but did not see the newcomer, but only saw a piece of paper pressed under a stone. <br /> looked at her that brow fluttering font, his thousand years of unchanged eyes vaguely sprayed out a few shares of fire. <br /> Good, very good. His perfect, impeccable face, however, diffused a faint smile, not angry but smiling. <br />Only, no one saw, that...