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... handiwork, the wild grasses in his hands have already begun taking the shape of a grasshopper.
Little Yanyan was clearly very fond of this, babbling incessantly and bouncing around Qin Yi, extending her plump little hands trying to grab them.
Her eager manner made Qin Yi chuckle, quickly handing the half-finished grasshopper to his daughter and picking up more wild grass to resume his weaving.
"They say within Shengjing, the political climate is in utter chaos. Every feud ...
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