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... disrupted Liang Hui’s thoughts.
At some unknown time, at the threshold of the palace, stood a graceful figure.
Clad in white attire like snow, veiled, with a thin mist in her lovely eyes, her gaze was heart-stirring.
The youth sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, watching the white-clothed woman.
At this moment, it was just like that moment.
First arriving in this world, in an ancient temple, the youth in dire straits sat atop a broken Buddha head, lo ...
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