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... , a branch, a leaf, a dewy moss. A gentle breeze, a full moon, worldly affairs, people come, people go, speaking of past events... Is it like this?" Li Xueyi softly murmured.
"Miss has great talent; it is exactly like that!" Lin Xiaosu replied.
"This isn’t my talent, this poem was written by my brother. He’s a maverick in the Bridge Realm, and his greatest dream is to one day stand on the ground and see for himself the wondrous human scene depicted in books where heaven and earth ...
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