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... m. The moist wind rushed to his cheek through the newly cut window screen. The sound dispelled Shen Zechuan's sedentary breath.

A candlestick stands beside the corridor, which is brighter than the dormitory. Shen Zechuan seems to want to ventilate and stands there without moving. The shadow passed through the bamboo curtain and was exposed on the rafters in the dormitory. The orange candle light haloed his silhouette, and the neck of the slight side was a bit red.

April is the seas ...

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