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I carried Zaizai into my room. Zaizai quickly kicked off his shoes and climbed onto my bed.

The house was designed by Uncle Te himself, and inside was also the quaint and quaint bedroom of his daughter from ancient times, with a light red curtain hanging over it. Layers upon layers of the curtain were faintly discernible.

The bed was very big, so Zaizai happily rolled around on it