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... hild sitting by the stone table, with an array of pastries and tea on display.
Her little hands are supporting her chin, swinging her small feet, looking utterly content.
Meanwhile, not far away, Su Yinling was running herself breathless, with sweat streaming down her face.
Butterflies fluttered all around, and Su Yinling stopped to catch her breath.
With a soft, sweet voice, Bai Zhi’er said: "Aunt Yinling, you can’t rest yet. You haven’t caught that pink butterfl ...
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