He Ping'an looked at the surface of his shoes. They were spotlessly clean.
She raised her head, looking utterly confused as she perfunctorily brushed them twice.
Just pretending to wipe off dust.
The scorching sunlight pierced through the tree canopy, nearly burning through the thin, pitiful shadows.
The frail girl knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, waiting for the noble person's command.
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