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... precisely because of Qing Luan’s meticulous care and attention, as well as her subtle actions of decorating the room, that he felt a sense of belonging to this small room that originally wasn’t his.
The evening breeze blew through the attic after the wind and rain.
Cheng Guang cradled Qing Luan’s delicate body, white and smooth as jade, as picturesque as a painting, and gazed out the window at the stars in the night sky, which were already dimming.
Suddenly, he remembered ...
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