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Three months passed silently like this.

Every day, he would sit on the windowsill in a daze, but there was a small booklet in his hand. Every day, he would write and draw on the booklet with a brush, and sometimes Su Xiaojin would come over to look through the booklet and find that there were many broken words written on it. The words were still bold and powerful, but once Su Xiao Jin saw it