Kapitel 61
A white ribbon fluttered down as Rong An stepped onto a low stool. The image of that sunny afternoon flashed before her eyes again: a handsome young man in a brocade robe was using a dough figurine to soothe a crying girl. His voice was so pleasant as he asked, "Little Baozi, my surname is Fu. Which family's daughter are you from?"
With a smile on her lips, the moment the stool fell over, she finally felt relieved, and spring blossomed before her eyes.
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