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... Hall interior.
Tan Yun, holding a feather duster, was dusting the table and humming a tune as she cleaned. Looking at the counters and tables she had wiped spotlessly clean, she suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of achievement.
“Tan Yun, oh Tan Yun, you are getting more and more diligent. Whoever marries you will indeed be lucky for eight generations.”
As she said this, she paused, “No, make that sixteen generations.”
Little Black lay on the ground asleep when ...
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