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... e resembled a galloping horse-riding girl on the Mongolian grassland, swinging her whip, rushing across the vast grassland.
Just like a sprite—light, flitting about freely, now soaring to the clouds, now dropping to the earth.
She was so free, her spirit had achieved an unprecedented satisfaction.
This was what it felt like to take the initiative, this was a destiny not controlled by others.
Thump, thump, her heart raced as if it would burst out of her chest, flyi ...
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