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... tagonal heavy eaves.
Rain intermingled with wind, the world blurred, distant cold mountains entwined with mist, resembling a landscape painting smeared by splashed ink.
Cao Guang had changed into a clean, splendidly embroidered dress, adorned with gold and silver, standing with his hands behind his back atop the city tower.
His eyes were deep, as if concealing sharp blades.
A figure appeared dimly, with fluctuating breath, a knife hanging at his waist, brewing wit ...
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