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was a gentle softness, rippling with warmth, like the warm sun in late spring scattered on the surface of a gently undulating lake. There was a kind of wonderful beauty to it."Just bear with it!" he m...ed for many people, that's all nonsense! Ever since she developed strong feelings for Rong Ling, she has been very careful about her own side. Where is the messy private life They are just spreading r...