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Jiang Ling liked everything about Shibati and Yan Chuan. Junior brother likes to watch senior sister take care of plants and repair clocks. That afternoon, the sun splashed on her hair and her cheeks, like gossamer being penetrated by wisps of light.
She raised her head and smiled at him.
Have you ever been to Shibati, that place that looks like the wind blowing through the Chongqing night.