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Yan Xiaobao's academy life underwent a massive change. Just as he was leaving his courtyard, he noticed someone waiting for him outside. A deep sigh escaped Yan Xiaobao's lips as he looked at the diminutive figure before him.
Wang Julong's hair was long, piled atop her head, and under her snow-white skin she wore a striking black robe. As the wind rose, the fabric billowed around her frail silhouette. Yan Xiaobao straightened himself with a jolt of spirit. How could he have thought Wang Julong was a man?
Thinking in this direction, his handsome face turned somber as he began to comprehend how his own sentiments stood in stark opposition to the fateful feelings Rong Ming carried year after year on that same day. Some things were better left unknown.
