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... the study.
Behind a desk piled with scrolls, Ran Qingchen, holding a fine brush made from purple wolf hair, rubbed her slightly sore wrist and glanced at the sky outside the window before continuing to bury herself in the documents, constantly making annotations.
Occasionally, when encountering difficult problems, she would pause, frown in thought, and unconsciously bite the end of her brush.
The sheer moonlight filtered through the curtain and slanted across her body, e ...
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