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The sky was brightening, and the ten miles of Qinhuai were covered by a layer of muslin mist.

Outside, the hallway was filled with footsteps, reminding Zhu Hongzhao on purpose.

As he stood up and clenched his fists, the joints all over his body emitted a faint sound. He turned his head to look at the messy bed and suddenly felt a headache coming on.

Wrapped in a silk quilt