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... he Murong brothers and Ning Qing were staying at a guesthouse with two trees in the courtyard.
One was a poplar, the other one as well.
At this time of the year, the leaves on the trees were almost completely fallen, only a few withered leaves remained on the tree on the left, like the last bit of stubborn hair on a middle-aged man’s thinning head.
The Murong brothers and Ning Qing were dining on the first floor of the guesthouse.
They sat by the window, facing th ...
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