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... p> The park was filled with guests and tourists but they were able to find the perfect spot to have a picnic. The golden and crimson fall leaves dropped like confetti whenever a gentle breeze blew and it was a magical sight to behold.

Back then, Lu Mengjie had spent a spring date with Han Yizhou in Japan. She was still pregnant with Little Peanut at that time and they admired the beauty of Autumn. There was nothing more beautiful than the scarlet maple hands and golden leaves. Season of ...

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