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... p> The sun sank in the west, disappearing behind the distant mountains.
Golden light spilled everywhere, dyeing the streets and alleys.
On the second floor of Zhuyue Tower, by the window, the tea before Chu Fan had long gone cold. The leaves and stems had settled at the bottom of the cup, not a wisp of steam remaining.
But he showed no intention of leaving.
He was like a stone statue set in the shadows of the window lattice, his gaze piercing the fading light as h ...
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