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... ir was fragrant by the lake. The youth wearing a shirt that was as white as snow was playing his instrument elegantly. The sound of the music echoed into the distance. His eyes were closed as he listened to his subordinate’s report calmly. His long lashes remain closed.
His long slender fingers moved on the strings of his instrument and the music stopped suddenly. The waterside pavilion quietened down. The sound of the northeastern wind could be heard. It was very loud as it howled by the ...
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