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Fang Ziyuan lovingly flipped through the bamboo paper book in his hands, his eyes shining. He never thought that there would be such an exquisite item in this world. A thin and light stack, was actually equal to ten Bamboo Roll s.

What had he been doing all this year?

He didn't read the book nor write a single word. All day long, he had been grieving over the passing of time