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The sky was faintly light, the morning rooster heralding the dawn, and the early sun covered the two with a soft golden glow, making Baili An's fair complexion appear even more sacred.
Strangely enough, under this aura, Su Jing's swarthy face seemed not as dark as before.
Su Jing finished writing the last character, rubbed his wrist, looked down at the dazzling array of words, a small smug smile playing on his lips.
He wondered if his father would be surprised by this.
Baili An stayed awake all night without showing signs of fatigue. He was used to less sleep. Raising his head to gaze at the morning sun outside the window, he mused...
He wondered how Xiaoshuang's leg injury was. Today, he had promised to go down the mountain with Su Jing and thought of inviting her along.
But she had severe leg injuries, maybe it was best not to?
After all, there was time in the future.
Su Jing got up, jogging towards the inner room with lively steps.
