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... ing the fragile peace, just accompanying each other as usual. When they came across interesting little trinkets, they bought them; when they encountered a beautiful view, they stopped, allowing the gentle evening breeze to calm their hearts.
"You." Tang Xin put down the pen in her hand, and swung the clay doll she had painted in her palm.
The clay doll had golden hair, golden eyes, and a round face on a large head, with a stern expression. Compared to the blonde girl standing in ...
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