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The bridge was brightly lit.

Yang Fann was still enjoying his own stall as he waited quietly.

The chalk was too bored to sleep.

In his opinion, Yang Fann was wasting his time. However, Yang Fann was never tired of it, as if he had found the essence of life. Sometimes, he could even face people coming and going, and meditate for a day.

However