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——"Lu Hanwen, he just left, and his family came to pick him up, hey, isn't that right?"
Huang Shaotian looked in the direction pointed by the concierge's hand, and saw the backs of one tall and one low not far in front, holding an umbrella together, looking very intimate.
"Hanwen——" He called out familiarly, and ran over regardless of the rain above his head.
"Don't tell me before you leave. Don't forget to practice when you get back." As he spoke, he arrogantly brushed the child's soft hair. When he felt the gaze from the side, he stopped his hand and turned his head away.
Then it rained heavily and he smelled the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.
——The whole world knows that the ice rain in Yeyu Shengchun's hand has begun to feel gentle.
——"My sister's name is Lu Qingzhi."
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She is the swordsman's only weakness.
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Tribute to the goddess of glory.
A short story, the full text is estimated to be no more than ten chapters.
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