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... hrough the window, softly falling across Zhang Fan’s face.
He slowly opened his eyes, dust in the air drifting lazily in the sunlight, and his eyelashes quivered suddenly.
"Dragon Tiger Mountain!"
Zhang Fan murmured softly, tasting the name on his lips; last night’s dream, however, was remarkably vivid.
Ever since he left Zhenwu Mountain to start at Night is not bright, and after sparring with Wen He, Zhang Fan often dreamed of that car accident when he was twelve ...
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