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... er the capital is dark, the clouds are heavy, the air oppressive, as if a storm is about to break, making the already sultry weather even more suffocating and irritating.
Song Ci fiddled with the prayer beads in his hand, his lips, full of wrinkles, pressed into a straight line. Looking at the gloomy sky, his old face seemed dark enough to drip water.
There’s been no sound from the delivery room for a long time, and the servants in the main courtyard dare not speak loudly, tiptoe ...
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