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Chapter 2: Awake
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... arrived, seemingly colder than the harsh winter days, overwhelming the worn-out room.
The only window, plastered with old newspapers, rattled noisily in the gusting wind.
Gu Lingling curled up on the icy bed and pondered, perhaps when her father went to Songshan years ago to ask the old Taoist with a cow nose for her name, did the old man foresee her fate today?
Lingling on seven strings, listening quietly to the cold pine winds.
The origin of her name.
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