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... > The young man spoke with great excitement, his eyes bright, but Li Yinxiang, who had always been interested in these stories, found them somewhat dull and uninteresting this time, even looking down on the heroes from a spectator’s perspective.

In the past, she loved stories of heroes winning and young girls returning favors, always applauding them with admiration.

Strictly educated at home, this was the first time she had been able to hear such elusive stories and was so excite ...

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