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In the army camp five kilometers away, Fang Zinan stood in front of the campsite with his hands behind his back. His sleeves were fluttering in the wind, and a tinge of worry could be seen between his handsome eyebrows. His two cheeks were very white, so white that it was a bit silky. His lips were red to the point that it was even brighter than a woman's. Yet, he was a man, a gentle and weak man