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... rom bed, tucked in the quilts for the two little ones on the inner side of the bed, put on her homemade slippers, and came to the table.
The thank-you gifts sent by Qi Xian today were all here.
The moon during Mid-Autumn Festival was indeed bright. Under the moonlight, the two pieces of silk looked even more radiant, and the jacquard patterns on the fabric sparkled.
Qin Yao touched them; they felt smooth, as soft as clouds. It’s a pity that such good fabric would be waste ...
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