“…….” “…….” I locked eyes with Nangong Hyung, who’d been sitting on the floor chewing on a carrot. Those trademark blue eyes and that annoyingly handsome face. He was a good-looking man whose white hair—distinctive of the Nangong Aristocratic Family—suited him well, but— ‘What’s with that state?’ Seeing a man that pretty plopped down on the floor, gnawing on a...
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