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... took the burden and hugged it carefully in his arms, as if he was afraid of falling and smashing it.

  Gu Yunjiao smiled when she saw him like this, "You better carry it."

   "There's nothing special here, just a set of gold needles, a milk bowl, and a few books. It doesn't matter if you fall."

   "It's just that this golden needle was handed down from my ancestors. To be honest, it's not worth much."

   Jiang Youzhi breathed a sigh of relief, and then put the burden ...

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