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Upon hearing the noise, Qi Yu came back to her senses and looked towards the stage.
She had thought all storytelling masters were old men with white beards, but the one today was clad in a blue robe, appearing refined and cultured, around twenty-three or twenty-four years old. One might even mistake him for a young master from a distinguished family.
Qi Yu set down the mostly uneaten sunflower seeds in her hand, picked up a cup of tea, and slowly lifted her eyes to meet h ...
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