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... ide Huai’s pawnshop.
Zhao Huai saw that the shop was still lit and the door was open, knowing that Madam must still be waiting for him.
Meanwhile, the myna bird couldn’t wait anymore and flew to the beam, calling out.
“Home, we’re home.”
Zhao Huai entered and looked around.
The room was meticulously tidied, and hanging on the wall was an ink painting with a plum blossom snow scene.
It had to be said that Madam had a unique love for plum blossoms, w ...
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