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After sitting down, An Xun'er swept a glance at Chen Yu, and didn't say another word as she sat down on the main seat.

His hand stroked the glass wall bowl, staring at the wall painted by the Tang Zhong Family.

The night wind blew through the panes, the low humming carried the scent of the grassland.

Chen Yu also stared straight ahead, as though he was an old monk entering a meditative state