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King Song’s Mansion, the glazed roof tiles reflected the sky, falling upon the long hair of the girl beneath them. When the wind blew, her hair fluttered, resembling the shimmering surface of a lake with a radiant beauty.

But the girl’s face was cold. Her delicate, mysterious eyes were filled with the words "unhappy."

She brushed swiftly, and in a few strokes, a symmetrical monkey was drawn.

Immediately, she took out a piece of pre-prep ...

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