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... lding a precious treasure.
Reluctant to let go.
He watched her constantly, and every so often, would bestow upon her an affectionate kiss.
Until from outside the cabin, a long-drawn monastic chant was heard,
"Amitabha."
Hua Qing’s eyelids drooped.
Shortly after.
He walked outside draped in a black robe embroidered with golden threads.
His hair hung loose, and his entire demeanor was exceptionally languid after the indulgence of pass ...
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