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... e thirteenth.
Overcast.
The city gate was wide open.
The lady of the Township Manor, Sun Qinglian, dressed in plain clothes, stood at the entrance with the Yan Family members, beside her all the young masters and misses who usually did not show their faces, also stood behind her with expressions of grief.
Yan Wanqing stood by Sun Qinglian’s hand, her hairpin adorned with nothing but a single flower, without any earrings.
Along the road, throngs of uninvite ...
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