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It was already the twenty-seventh day of the month of New Year's Eve, and only two days had passed.

That afternoon, Ye Zimu was lazily lying on his side as he watched the silver moon affixed with the word "blessing" for a couplet when Deng Baihe ran over excitedly, "Tangerine, Flower, and the others have found it!"

Ye Wen stood up with a 'whoosh'