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The two left the table like that, going outside the second floor of the hall.
The moon was bright and the stars sparse, it was May. The magnolia leaves were broad and lush, covering half of the moonlight.
In the distance, the Metasequoia Forest echoed with the tireless calls of the Xia Chan.
Zhao Yang lit a cigarette for Chang Hao.
“Are you going back to the Capital city?”
“Yeah, I have to report in June.”
“That’s great. Your company seems to ...
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