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... from the tree and flowers, which was refreshing.
The morning mist had not yet cleared, and the wisps of smoke in the air entangled like ribbons in the valley, reflecting this small tribe as if it was in a fairyland.
Listening to the misty insects in the grass from time to time, watching the birds soar and chirp freely in the sky, stepping on the soft and fluffy ground, Zhang Fei could only feel comfortable and content.
It had been almost five years since he had left his ...
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