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... en it transformed into a mirror, on which surface there were ripples, under his eyes. When the mirror was clearer, surprisingly it showed a luxurious and splendid room, where a refined melody resounded, and not Han Shanyue’s own face. Warm hibiscus curtains hung low on the bed, where a youngster was currently sleeping. 𝒇𝘳𝐞𝚎𝓌𝑒𝑏𝒏𝑜𝙫ℯl.c𝚘𝒎
As if sensing something, the childe, who was sleeping soundly, abruptly opened his eyes, and his gaze ended on his own mirror: “Venerable Ances ...
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