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The shadows of the trees were swaying, and the sunlight was mottled.
Lan Feng was lying on a rattan chair with his eyes closed.
The spots of light fell on his face, swaying along with the wind.
It gave him a very quiet feeling.
Of course, he had nothing to do with silence.
It was just an illusion created by the atmosphere.
Qin Shiyu walked to his side and sat down