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... Building was down, there was a drizzle in the sky. The early winter rain ribbon hit the faces with a little chill, and it was cool and iced into the bones. In the faint smoggy rain, the West Lake seemed to be a shameful virgin, wearing a hazy silk scarf, but it was even more mysterious.
The young lady gently held up the oil-paper umbrella, took a long skirt, took a small step, and walked forward slowly. Lin Wanrong saw her carefully, for fear of mud splashing on her long dress, could not ...
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