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... “Right,” Gu Changsheng glared at Yue Xilou once more, wiped his face, grabbed his son, and led the way out. “Let’s go, son, we’re off to do a face mask.”
Gu Changsheng looked at the three very modern rocking chairs moved into the yard, feeling quite melancholy…
Why, you ask?
Such a lazy chair, of course, is meant for lying down, listening to flowers blooming and fading, watching the clouds roll by and stretch out leisurely, no?
But she has an injury on her back! ...
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