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... Rong entered the room and what filled his eyes was a warm pavilion filled with ancient texts and bamboo slips taking up most of the space.
He saw a refined young man sitting cross-legged among the piles of books, busily writing on a small low table.
Inside the room, the lighting was somewhat dim, suffused with an old book smell.
Yang Wuwei was still wearing the light blue casual wear he had worn when he went to Mochi Academy to find Zhao Rong, with a jade pendant hanging ...
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