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... were solemn and quiet, unlike the human world.
Song Qingyou and the others followed the villagers through the memorial archway with the words ‘White Tea Village’, stopping in front of a white-haired old granny.
The villager who had been arranged by the village chief to lead the way waved at Song Qingyou, beckoning her to come forward.
“This is…?” Song Qingyou asked.
Every time a villager answered, she would translate for the people behind her.
“This is the ...
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