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... courtyard had left, did Zhao Lang stride down the stairs with his long legs, heading straight to Jiang Li’s room door.
Through the window, he saw the girl sitting at the table reading, her face slightly tilted down, serene and lovely. The book she cradled had been switched from “Zhou Yi” to another ancient text.
She really seemed like a girl who read extensively.
With that thought, Zhao Lang curled his knuckles and knocked on the door.
Jiang Li’s clear voice foll ...
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