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... became deeper.
The hustle and bustle of the market fell silent with sunset, and household lights gradually flickered on in the twilight.
Chen Ye, after a busy day, finally clad in chills, pushed open the gate of his small courtyard.
The yard was quiet; Qing Jun was probably tired from playing with Yuanyuan and had been coaxed to rest early by Granny Li.
The paper on the windows cast a dim yellow light, faintly revealing Zhiwei’s small silhouette hunched over the t ...
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