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... s ear. Every day in the last three years, he could only rely on his imagination to carry on. The beautiful crescent spring, the tinkling sound that little Miao girl always made when she walked, and her bright smile that shone like stars, but her eyes that always exuded disdain.
“Han person, what are you doing in Miao area?”
The voice that suddenly sounded was not the crisp voice in Duan Feiqing’s memory, but a little low. Obviously the tone was unpleasant, but to Duan Feiqing ...
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