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... amily’s quadrangle in Beijing, with lush green foliage, Giordano Yancey uncharacteristically did not tend to flowers or play with birds today. Instead, he sat on a rosewood chair in the main room. In front of him was a cup of tea, which he picked up several times but put down aimlessly without taking a sip.
Beside him sat a dignified middle-aged woman, slightly younger than Candice Yancey, but she was also not young, around forty years old.
She wore a sapphire dress, with a light ...
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