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... Mid-Autumn Festival.

If An Luo Yi hadn’t mentioned it, He Ange might not have noticed how unusually round and bright the moon was tonight—like a perfect, luminous mooncake.

To soak in a spiritual hot spring under such a moon, with a breathtakingly beautiful fairy by his side, was truly the pinnacle of life’s pleasures.

And that was exactly what He Ange was experiencing right now.

Lounging in the hot spring, He Ange’s gaze wandered. In front of him were mountains, ...

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