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In the warm morning light, Wen Zhixia's skin was white and moist against the red roses on her dress. Her skirt was tied around her waist, and the hem of her skirt swayed along with Wen Zhixia's graceful body. She looked like a fairy.

Wen Zhixia, who had always been wearing the clothes her father had bought her a few years ago and had never received any new clothes from anyone