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... ong snow-white robe with a straight collar, his black hair casually tied with a silk ribbon. His elegant and isolated figure stood within the garden, gazing in the direction of Qingyi Garden.
He had maintained this posture for a quarter of an hour.
Not far away, on a towering tree with lush branches, Qin Yin sat on a branch as thick as an arm, staring at Mr. Shen’s straight back, hesitant to move.
The matters in Yongzhou were resolved, and Furong Building, with its unique ...
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