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Categories: words and feelings
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Tired of running the days and nights of this crumbling life and no longer expecting the withered wood to turn to spring, Jiang Songdong hadn't given that strange neighbor a second thought. Until Xie Ziwei, relying on the cramped and ambiguous darkness, said to her the words, "Become my master, Jiang Songdong." Having caught the tail end of fall, spring couldn't be far behind. The sun rises and the moon sets in just half a year, she could afford to gamble. Thinking so, she began a stor...