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“Okay.” Yun Qiao tugged at Lingling, “Lingling, go freshen up a bit.”

Lingling glanced down at herself, noticing she was covered in dust, her clothes several shades darker. She touched her cheek, then instinctively looked at her palm—yep, full of fine sand. She didn’t even dare to touch her hair, fearing a cascade of dirt might fall out. That would be truly embarrassing.

“Yun Qiao