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"Every day * * is full of flowers, full of smoke, full of moon, full of worries and sleepless nights, a Zhao harp has just been laid mute on its phoenix holder and and a Shu lute begins to sound its mandarin-duck strings". The warm body temperature and smoky melody on the top of the mountain in Na Yue Star Sparse Group made a lifelong commitment.

"You must marry me. I don’t want to marry my adoptive father!" "Brother Ling, my mind is half empty … I’m not that kind of

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