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Peace returned to the Shuiyue Pavilion.
On the waterside terrace, the sunset was a deep red. Wang Shouzhe, draped in a robe, lounged comfortably in a chair, his eyes half-closed as if resting, playing with an ancient jade pendant in his hand.
Moments later.
Liu Ruolan brought over a pot of "Snow Crystal Rice and Red Blood Eel Congee," her voice gentle and tender. "This is a blood-nourishing congee I personally made for you, my husband. You've been working hard these ...
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