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The plump little bird stretched out its prideful claw, flapped its wings twice, and chirped at Xining to announce the message.

Xining pushed the door open and quickly made her way to the balcony.

She retrieved the new letter from under the little bird’s wing. Seeing the words on it made her heart suddenly tighten, and the cold gleam in her eyes deepened.

She handed the letter back to the little bird’s beak, and it instantly leaned in, devouring the paper in ...

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