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... almost shimmering in the bright light. She leaned against the wall, lost in thought, her gaze drifting over the flowers around her. Qi Jianyi had been standing there for so long, she barely remembered why she was there in the first place.

Thoughts swirled in her mind, questions with no answers. Eventually, her attention settled on the ground, her expression distant.

"Sister, what are you doing out here? You look... kind of scary like this," Qi Jinlu’s voice interrupted her rever ...

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