PREVIEW
... ra for my good brother ’Nanzhou’!)
The afternoon passed quickly.
Zhao Rong, accompanied by a host of Shuaixing Hall students, left the library and returned to Mochi Academy.
As the deep and distant sound of the ancient bell echoed through the mountain forests,
it also signified the end of this afternoon’s calligraphy class.
On the road, the students of Shuaixing Hall were quite lively, with voices of conversation, playfulness, and teasi ...
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