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The servants carried Yang Jian back, threw him on the couch impatiently, and slammed the door. Yang Jian let out a light sigh, revealing a sad yet gratified smile. Third Sister, Mother, and Agarwood. They were all having a good time. He had thought that he would never have the chance to see them again. To think that he would be able to spend a mid-autumn together.

Thinking of the wine jug again