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... continuous heavy rain, her long hair was randomly tied behind her head by a simple wooden hairpin, the hair on her forehead was wet by the rain and mist, and fell slightly across the cold white face cheek.
Like a cat wandering in the rain, tentative, hesitant, lonely, unable to find the way home, accidentally broke into the splashed ink painting.
"You walk very slowly." Bai Po looked up at him, her eyelashes were black and long, leaving a faint shadow on her eyelids.
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