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... e rooftop of a room in the inner courtyard.
Under the moonlight.
"Do you like it?"
Zhao Rong looked down at Zhao Qian’er, his voice warm and mellow.
The little girl, once puffed up with anger, now lowered her small head, her lips slightly parted, gazing in a daze at the purple-clothed flower cradled in her palm.
Her eyes curved downwards, her eyelashes fluttering lightly, and she reached out a finger to gently caress the delicate petals, taking care to pro ...
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