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... al quiet.
No more matchmakers coming and going.
No more piercing cries of crows.
After much care and expensive rare herbs, Wei Zhao’s health visibly improved.
He sat in a wheelchair, wearing finely stitched cotton clothes, a blanket over his knees, examining the secret messages from Shangjing.
Yu Tingwan carried freshly baked pastries from the kitchen and slowed her steps as she passed Wei Zhao, unable to resist taking a glance.
She couldn’t unders ...
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