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... nly, there is not a single fallen leaf or a little dust on the ground, and the smell will be even stronger with the breeze.
In the hall, the space is very small, only one room, without any layout at all, the ceiling is yellow, and the walls have traces of time, as if caused by accumulated rain. There was only a bookshelf, a table and a chair, which were dilapidated.
Yang Yilai sat on the chair, motionless, staring blankly, like a walking dead, lost his soul, and kept this posture ...
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