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... e Furnace Ice Diadem Yuan Yang Jin, soft powder melds with fragrant sweat flowing onto the mountain pillow.
Outside the curtain, the sound of a turning winch; eyebrows gathered, a smile holds surprise, startled.
The willow’s shade is faint and slight, her low-pinned cicada hairpin falling.
One must strive for a lifetime, to exhaust all today’s joy.
In September, Ji City still retained some heat, the harsh sunlight shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto ...
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