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... of Cold Plums and Snowy Scenery hid the face of the beauty, but a vague outline of a beautiful figure could be seen, far exceeding Zhao Huai's expectations.
"The young master is here."
A gentle magnetic voice rang, as charming as the song of the oriole.
Hearing the voice, Zhao Huai came to his senses, pulled the door shut behind him, bowed his hands, and smiled:
"I am Zhao Huai, and I have seen the young lady."
"The little girl Qing Han has met the young ...
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