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... ng cradled the teacup, until the hot water inside had completely cooled against her hands.
Xia Yangyang’s mind was flooded with a multitude of memories.
Perhaps it was the deep silence of the night, perhaps it was her current predicament.
The past unfolded in her mind like scenes from a movie.
Suddenly, Xia Yangyang remembered one summer vacation spent at a camp.
The school club organized a trip to Dragon Ridge Mountain’s White Horse Temple.
It was ...
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