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Artemis, with her silver hair and blue eyes, leaned by the window, her single hand propping up her cheek, and from time to time, she glanced outside through the partly concealed crack of the window lattice, almost with a longing look.
As the crescent moon of the night sky climbed bit by bit to mid-heaven, the impatience in her eyes gradually intensified.
Usually, at this time, he should have already returned. Why hasn't he arrived yet this late?
The Goddess of the Hun ...
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