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Twenty years ago, Qinghe was desolate... Bones everywhere, war and chaos. I was alone then. If Madam Han hadn'…

Twenty years ago, Qinghe was desolate... Bones everywhere, war and chaos. I was alone then. If Madam Han hadn't taken me in...

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