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... inning sat behind the zither desk, her slender fingers dancing across the strings.
The snow’s reflection on the bamboo shadows painted the window lattice, while the green lamp cast a warm, golden glow around her. She wore an ivory-colored cross-collared top with a pale yellow gauze skirt, her long, curved lashes throwing fan-shaped shadows on her makeup-free face. Just like her zither’s melody, her hibiscus-like face was suffused with uncontrollable longing and melancholy.
Shen Z ...
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