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... already in front of him, separated only by a single plum blossom.
Yet not even his clothing had moved.
Qin Fei felt a piercing sensation between his brows, as if he was being stabbed by needles. For some reason, although it was just a single plum blossom, he felt as if swords were pointing at him from every direction, making it hard to move. His body was stiff.
Wang Anfeng placed the plum blossom branch on Qin Fei’s shoulder.
The last winter plum landed on Qin Fe ...
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