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... tside grow fierce, lightning flashes, thunder roars.
The self-operated loom still creaks and groans, many unfinished, undyed plain cloths hang in the side room, swaying back and forth in the wind, hauntingly pale and terrifying.
At this moment, little Shiyue and the seamstress had just met, both feeling a bit awkward.
Little Shiyue heard the seamstress was a ghost, and an unfamiliar one at that, feeling quite afraid inside.
Though the seamstress was a ghost, she u ...
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