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The nights in Nancheng belong to Jiang Yi. The only thing he can't control is that ember in his heart, still smoldering after three years. In Nancheng, Jiang Yi's name is never spoken openly; on the streets, people only call him "Lord Yi." Your very first clash was thick with gunpowder. You resented his arrogance, while Jiang Yi was thrown into turmoil by your face—drawn to you, yet desperate to push you away. He despises Su Nian for abandoning their wedding, yet can't help being drawn to that strikingly similar face. What frustrates him even more is the wild, untamed edge in you, which strikes him as refreshing—and oddly pleasing to the eye.

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