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    • Chapter 11: The moonlight is like frost on the ground (3)🔒 Cover
      by Sungold In the teahouse filled with the fragrance of tea, the young nobleman who had just caused a stir by striking someone suddenly ran off and came back with a skewer of candied hawthorn in full view of everyone. This in itself was already strange enough. Even stranger was that he actually held the skewer out to the ethereally handsome young man sitting across from him… As if presenting a treasure. The scholars in the hall watched, all of them inwardly puzzled. How old were these two? Though…
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