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white
and
clean
drawing
paper，
he
took
a
little
red，
with
the
brightness
and
sweetness
of
persimmons，
to
soothe
his
long-missed
soul.
I
don't
know
how
long
it
took，
so
long
that
Su
Yi's
wrist
was
already
pantothenic
acid，
and
he
was
already
sweating，
so
long
that
even
Lin
Qingxu