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Yan Jingchen was panting slightly, staring erratically at Yun Hen, his expression somewhat agitated.

Sitting atop the wall, Meng Fuyao suddenly realized that while Yun Hen and Yan Jingchen were encountered separately, it was extremely difficult to link the two together. However, now that they were facing each other, she was able to see some similarities in their features. Both of them were lean and long-limbed, as well as so white that their skin had a translucent quality and their veins could be seen faintly against their skin. They were also tall and upright with exceptionally sharp noses. She wasn't able to notice these things before. The only thing was that their personalities differed too greatly.