PREVIEW
... watched as Xia Ling took off her apron and sat across from him. Out of habit, he helped him get more rice.
The Rice was steaming, sparkling and translucent.
The girl's hand was Pale and thin. On the back of her slender hand, the green blood vessels seemed to be clearly visible.
Surrounded by the White Mist, Ning Ze once again had the urge to touch her hand.
From the beg ...
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