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... of crimson lingered after rain, wisps of tender green merged with the mist, fading souls perished before the sunset.
An Jing changed his clothes at the alley entrance, then tucked his cloak into his small medicine box, and leisurely returned to Jishi Hall, thinking gleefully, “I wonder what delicious dishes madam has prepared today.”
As usual, Zhao Qingmei was cooking in the back hall at this moment, while Tan Yun went to gather the herbs dried in the afternoon sun.
“I wo ...
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