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... dless of whether they were objects or people, beautiful women, handsome men, she liked them all.
Look at this time, what did she see?
A teenager around seventeen or eighteen, dressed simply, but upon closer inspection, it was clear that his clothes were made of fine ice silk. The purple ice silk robe wasn’t overly ornate with patterns, just a few sparse green bamboos, and the young man’s hand rested on his waist, revealing that his sleeve was embroidered with auspicious cloud pat ...
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