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... own the pen in his hand.
He lifted his robe and sat down on the pear wood chair.
He wore a dark robe, his complexion fair, exuding a frail beauty.
He Jitang toyed with the cinnabar on his wrist, pondering for a moment before saying, "Let’s delay it for now. Day by day, I trust Ruanruan will find a way to handle it."
Shen Ci felt sad.
He whispered, "In the past, when Jitang and I accomplished great feats, it was so glorious and joyful, but today..."
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