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... ng Li, carrying a wooden basin, walked over to the well.
Uncle Zhao’s house didn’t have a water heater, so she could only make do with boiling some hot water to wash up.
However, just as she loosened the bucket into the well, a voice came from above.
“Miss Jiang, haven’t you washed up yet, even at this late hour?”
Jiang Li looked up and locked eyes with Zhao Lang on the second floor.
The man was still wearing the white silk shirt from the afternoon, and hi ...
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