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... he fragrance of flowers could be heard—the city of Suberbian in the morning was as clear and pure as the dewdrop hanging on the tip of the grass.
I haven't slept so well for a long time, it must be because I am in my own nest.
Anseyer sat up, he brushed the sleepy white hair, and felt the crooked horn hairband from the white hair. The headband was stuck on the side, no wonder he always felt something was choking him last night. After tidying up his appearance, especially the angle ...
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