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... still carried a slight chill.
A gentle breeze slipped through the cracks of the door, causing the dim yellow oil lamp on the table to flicker uncontrollably, casting patchy shadows over the simple furniture.
Shen Qing's face was intermittently lit by the changing light.
The old wooden desk, its corners worn smooth, was covered with five yellowed books and a stack of freshly written papers.
Shen Qing sat by the desk, his brows furrowed, his eyes flashing with compl ...
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