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... t-adorned evergreens below.
On the open-air balcony of the living room, the worn tiles bore the marks of time.
Ruan Qingqing leaned against the old railing, a lit cigarette between her slender fingers.
White smoke curled from her fingertips, and under the hazy moonlight, her thick, dark hair cascaded down her fair neck. Her spaghetti-strap nightgown clung to her delicate curves.
In the dim light, the glowing red ember of the cigarette flickered like a world-weary ...
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