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... and the night had turned pitch-black, surrounded by an endless, quiet solitude.
Feng Zhentian sat beside the desk, supporting his head with one hand. Although his eyes were closed, his eyebrows were tightly furrowed.
"Dang! Dang!" The large wooden clock placed in the corner suddenly chimed.
Feng Zhentian was startled, immediately opened his eyes, and looked towards the large wooden clock in the corner, shaking his head with a bitter smile, "It’s two o’clock already!" It ...
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