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... didn’t dare to speak at all.
Jiang He slumped on Bai Lian’s sofa, hugging her little bok choy cushion on the couch, his eyes shining bright.
Jiang Fulai was in the study, slowly and methodically arranging the bookshelf with his hand.
Most of the books Bai Lian brought were introduced to her by Senior Ma, along with a stack of thick printed documents. The bookshelf was placed to the left of the entrance, and on the right was a small desk.
Jiang Fulai organized the ...
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