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... al, Han Xianglan had already woken up.
Her complexion was pale as she insisted on going home.
Qiao Qingyu, however, stared blankly at Han Xianglan’s wrist.
She remembered that there used to be a red cord bracelet there, the knots forming little flowers connected in a series, with a slipknot that could be adjusted to any size. Han Xianglan had worn it all her life.
Perhaps because it was not valuable, no one bothered with it.
But it was very delicate. Altho ...
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