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The sun shone brightly on March 11.

Zhu Hongzhao had loose hair and wore a wreath of vines. He was at West Garden, accompanying the few little guys in flying kites.

The wind was strong and there was no need to run. The custom-made dragon-shaped kite swung its body and flew straight up.

Zhu Cirann clapped his hands to jump, to leave the kite, he could not pull