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... two sturdy vines, a hanging bed woven from dozens of slender vines hung in the middle. Little clusters of flowers bloomed at the head of the bed, wafting a light fragrance. Shao Zifeng lay calmly in the hanging bed with a faint smile on his lips.
In the serene moonlight, countless green specks floated around the hanging bed, flitting among the vines and flowers and landing on Shao Zifeng’s hair and the corners of his mouth, like a host of fireflies.
Lingling sat at the edge of th ...
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