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Fortunately, someone came to her rescue in time.
"Yekaterina, my fiancée, long time no see," a deep voice came over, and at the same time, the man drifted into the castle like a breeze.
Gu Shengyin remained composed, yet her figure slightly wavered and then vanished from the spot.
"Sigh, you really do not act like a woman," the melancholic voice echoed from where Gu Shengyin had just sat.
Without guessing, there was only one person who dared to call the Princess of Bruch by her name—Olinwen Malkawi.
Gu Shengyin lifted her head to glance at her original body's fiancé.
The shell of the Blood Clan was always exceptional, and as a Pureblood Prince, Olinwen's was even more so.
At that moment, he was dressed in medieval noble attire, his neatly combed golden locks draped behind his ears, revealing an incomparably handsome face, and those mesmerizing blue eyes filled with melancholy, irresistibly inviting pity.