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... as thrown to the ground.
Look up, see the roots, and then look up, see a young, green, little sapling with its back crossed?
The young sapling poked his forehead with branches.
Yan Mo held up his hand and grabbed the branch. There is a sense of intimacy and anger at him.
Yan Mo: “....” Who is this? It seems familiar here.
The brown tree in the distance, the stone houses not far away, the open land.
The little sapling separated a branch and lifted it to the sky ...
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