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... r and tiptoed back to the campfire.
Nan Guo didn't know when he came back, he got into the sleeping bag, his face was rosy, and his previous paleness and listlessness were swept away.
Between the crevices of his nails was dried maroon flower juice, and the corners of his mouth were full of red flower juice that hadn't been wiped clean.
Jiang Kun looked at him without paying attention.
He had seen this man pick up a lot of fruits and fallen flowers before, squeeze out ...
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