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The swing was specially designed for Miao Xiaohui, so Tang Shaofeng's long legs seemed to have nowhere to place them.

He sat there quietly with his head lowered. His black robe was fluttering in the wind, and there was a sense of bleakness in his cold elegance.

Not far away, in an open area where construction had been under way, sand ponds and children's playgrounds had been built