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How long could it take to pick a leaf? Why did this man's hand seem as if it were resting on her head? "You haven't picked it yet?" she couldn't help asking. Soong Yan smiled warmly. He withdrew his hand and clasped it behind his back before saying, "I did." It was as if his palm still held the soft feel of the girl's hair. His heart sped up, and he forced himself to stay calm