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Deep into the night, the courtyard sank into a deep slumber.

Zhong Chun suddenly sat up, climbed over the wall and walked deeper into the alley.

It was already autumn, and the night was as cool as water. A light breeze brushed against his black hair, leaving sharp scars on his cheeks. When he arrived at the front door of a house, he did not knock, but instead jumped over the wall and entered