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... p> A voice, ethereal as smoke, drifted in, seeming to carry both a smile and a hint of curiosity. It was like the gentle rain of April, falling drop by drop into one’s heart, signaling that spring had arrived.
Zicao Clan Leader Guramo turned indifferently to see a stunningly beautiful young girl appear in the great hall. She was draped in a tender yellow robe, with hair tied at her waist. She had a delicate face, curved willow eyebrows, a petite nose, and lips thin as rose petals. Howeve ...
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