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... felt, but he kept feeling an emptiness within his heart. Even gardening and rearing his chickens did not improve his mood.
Seven days had passed, and Wu Xingzi could not even summon up the enthusiasm to visit the Peng Society. Dully, he finished his breakfast, and just like always, tidied up his garden plots, cleaned up his chicken coop and stared at the round, plump hen in a daze. His fixed gaze made the hen cluck non-stop, fleeing for a place to hide.
“Master.” Calling him bac ...
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