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In the river and sea during the early winter of that night, the night was exceptionally dark. It was as black as the ink in Xiao Yi's calligraphy, as thick as the ink in the Anhui stone.

In the villa, sitting on the sofa with Xia Wei, you and I love each other for a while. Xiao Yi recalled the conversation between Zhang Weimin and himself, and his expression suddenly turned solemn