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... small room, his bunkmate to the left, friend, and follower.
The hunter boy was not in his bed.
His bed was immaculately tidy, so neatly arranged that it was abnormal, with both the pillow and blanket folded so flat they resembled tofu.
An Jing knew that Zhang Ying hadn’t made the bed himself because that silly lad just couldn’t fold a blanket; he had been taught several times but still did it as if a dog had scrabbled over it.
"Why is Zhang Ying missing?!"
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