Jiang Zhuo opened his folding fan, blocking the rain while he pulled on the shoulder strap of Luo Xu’s wooden box. “The heavens and earth are full of spirits. I’ve counted on my fingers and today is not suitable for a parting. Xiongdi, do you want to come play with me in Wangzhou?”
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** Kneeling because it’s short ** Thanks for reading. Tomorrow’s will be long (whispering)