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... und of rain pattered. The weather in Beisang City was ever-changing. Although raindrops still trickled from the dark clouds, there seemed to be a reassuring scent carried by the night’s wind.
Zhu Pingniang looked out the window.
The originally pitch-black and unpleasant clouds now looked so beautiful, like an ink painting with varying depths, sparking countless imaginations. They resembled Ah Bai’s red dress.
Don’t ask why Li Zhibai wore a red dress and claimed black clou ...
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