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Under the warm light, the girl was so fair she seemed to be glowing.

Her long hair hung loose around her shoulders, and she was wearing a baggy apricot sweater, absent-mindedly browsing her phone.

Hearing the commotion, she raised her head to look over.

Someone like Xiao Yang, whose language grades were garbage, could still think of two adjectives to describe the scene:

‘Bright eyes, shining like white teeth.’

The prideful yet calm temperament emanatin ...

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