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... n the Zigui River, a jade boat floats gracefully. Gu Changge stood alone at the bow, hands clasped behind his back, his black hair fluttering in the breeze, while his white clothes appeared even more snow-covered and spotless—like an exiled immortal stepping out of a picture scroll.
Nearby, beside the tea stove, Ye Suyi set down the zither she had been playing and used a small fan to regulate the heat. The tea was bubbling, filling the air with its rich fragrance.
Though her circ ...
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