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... , blowing the antiques placed on the bookshelves, and creating a buzzing sound.
Li Tianlan stood in front of the window facing the wind, looking down at the small silver sword in his palm, silent like a statue.
Memories are like a violent wind, which has disturbed the time of the past two years or so. The scenes that he could not think about or want to remember in the past began to circulate in his mind.
Emperor Bingshan.
Rainy night.
He thought of the woman wh ...
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