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... contrast to his usual stern demeanor, as he responded to the chatterbox of a little girl: "Mm."
Ye Zhi knew his Qinggong was exceptional, and the chances of him falling were slim, but she still worried.
She patted half of the empty bird’s nest, signaling him to sit over.
The gentle boy, as warm as jade, shook his head in refusal.
The girl’s eyes sparkled, and hugging a small pillow embroidered with apricot-colored pear blossoms, she pretended to get up to leave: " ...
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