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... tyard quietly flowed after Chen Ye’s departure.
The night was dim, gently casting its light on the old pear tree in the courtyard.
Zhiwei was still cultivating, sitting cross-legged under the old pear tree.
A simple light-white long dress accentuated her small and frail figure.
Her ink-black hair reached her waist, and the long black bangs added a touch of melancholy to the little girl.
She slowly opened her eyes, her pale face expressionless:
"I’v ...
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