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... lace of joy.
At least when Qing Chen’s kayak rolled over Buddha’s face, he was very happy.
As for Buddha’s happiness, Qing Chen didn’t quite know.
To be honest, while the tides were grand, they weren’t like a mountain flood mixed with trees, wires, and sharp objects, so even if caught in them, if one’s not bumped by the kayak, there’s still a chance to survive.
Buddha’s misfortune came when he met Qing Chen.
At this moment, Qing Chen sat on the kayak, taki ...
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