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... ainst the woman’s figure.
The hem of her black dress fluttered endlessly in the wind, like dark clouds drifting.
At this moment, Ran Qingchen resembled a lonely statue, silently standing at the edge of the cliff.
The woman gazed quietly into the void as the inky darkness of the horizon was gradually breached by a thread of pale white.
As the light expanded, the faint rays of dawn began spilling over the earth, like a thin veil, illuminating the tear streak on the ...
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