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... ere, from the memory of Han Songlin, nothing has changed, including the road surface.
In the early morning, the teahouse was already full of guests, and the sound of mahjong and long cards was endless.
Green smoke curled up, a choking smell of smoke.
Han Songlin looked around and saw Han Xiaowei sitting with his back to him.
There are a few more people at the same table.
Seeing Han Songlin looking at himself and the others, he seemed to realize som ...
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