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Sharjah was as agile and beautiful as the forest elves in Western fairytales with purple hair. She still looked the same as before, with a unique personality.

She only showed eagerness and passion in the things that piqued her interest. Otherwise, her eyes were like the still surface of a lake without any ripples.

It was difficult to see her eager and enthusiastic because there weren't many things in this world that interested her.

"You are now an Archangel and rule the Holy City, yet you haven't changed even a little," Mo Fan said to Sharjah, who was walking on the street holding his hand.

Sharjah did not care about anyone's stare, nor did she care about her identity as an Archangel.

"When I needed help, it was not the Holy City but you who came to my aid. When you need my help, I will stand by your side without hesitation."

"Seems like you already know what happened?"

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