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The fingers pinching the bait paused slightly, and the cloudy eyeballs finally shifted from the motionless float, slowly turning to look at Fang Qingyu who was sitting on the low stool.
The old face, etched with the ravages of time, first showed a slight start, then the corners of the mouth uncontrollably spread to the sides, revealing a smile tinged with a sense of helplessness.
"Cough, cough..." He cleared his throat, seemingly trying to suppress his laughter, but his voice ...
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