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... night.
At the small pavilion by the lake on the farm.
Lu Wu was doing something rare—neither studying nor writing in his diary.
He sat casually at the edge of the pavilion, leaning against the pillar behind him, one hand playing with Little Skeleton’s crown, the other stroking Little Skeleton’s skull, his eyes gazing blankly at the lake surface reflecting the moon.
After a while, a sneaky figure entered the pavilion.
He kicked the Little Skeleton, who was ...
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