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... camellia was actually brought from there," unlike Zhu Shijun, Bai Juyi seems different; living alone for decades without anyone to talk to, now that he is running out of oil and the lamp is dimming, he instead wants to talk more. But every time he speaks, that thick phlegm with a bloody taste surges up his throat.
"Okay, Mr. Bai, I’ll listen to you, take your time," Xiao Xian sat by the bed.
"Hehe, good kid, don’t mind my ramblings. She used to always complain that I talked too ...
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