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... he window flickered between light and dark. He Fang seemed genuinely a bit tired; after getting on the bus, she quietly leaned against Qin Guanglin and stared out the window.
Sitting on the outer side, Qin Guanglin played with a strand of her hair, suddenly asking, "Can you guess what I'm planning to do tomorrow?"
He was still somewhat skeptical about mysticism; he wanted to see whether He Fang's so-called Dunjia was really that magical.
He Fang pulled at the jacket drape ...
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