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Hong Zhen was driven away.
The woman, carrying an oil lamp, slowly returned to the house. Unbeknownst to her, in another room, her son He Zhao was not asleep. f reewe bnovel
He Zhao, a young boy, sat on his bed, his fists clenched, his slender body trembling slightly. The courtyard of He Zhao’s house was small, and his room was near the gate. He had heard every word of the conversation outside.
His mother had been humiliated for his sake… He Zh ...
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