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"......" The two women.
The three of them sat down again.
Zhao Rong moved a bench and sat across from Zhao Lingfei and little Qian'er.
He looked down to tidy his clothes, which were already quite clean and neat, but Zhao Rong still subconsciously found something for his hands to do.
After straightening his clothes, he placed his hands on his knees, straightened his back, leaned forward with his upper body, and looked at the two women in front of him:
"The first time we met was in a narrow bookstore in the bustling city, across a book-thick gap in the bookshelf, with her on one side and me on the other.
"We met again when I decided to return the jade to you heading north to Duyou, on a Qingfeng Pavilion ferry, in two small cabins next to each other. She was secretly laughing at a scholar-and-beauty book next door, and I curiously poked my head out.
"The small window was open; she was inside, and I was outside.
