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... lone, probably just to stroll around the streets. She will be back shortly."
Lu Ying glanced around. Shen Yinning’s small courtyard didn’t have any festive arrangements typical of other maidens—no fruits, pastries, or needles and threads for the Qiqiao Festival. In the bedchamber, only a few faint green lamps were lit, giving the place a cold and distant feeling, entirely absent of holiday cheer.
Lu Ying’s gaze fell on the writing desk.
Beside the pearwood pen rack lay a ...
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