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... m of the Deep Blue. From the incense burner on the Buddha altar, wisps of white mist rose, enveloping the ancient, battered statue in a haze. Within the silence, the aura of nirvana lingered melancholically.
Taihua sat at the end of the long table, elegantly sipping a cup of hot tea while scanning through a document in her hand.
"After all these years, it seems the President is still a sentimental person."
Someone said coldly, "Though you don’t believe in Buddhism, traces ...
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