On the country road, Lily Mu's slow steps brought up waves of yellow soil, and her snow-white boots quickly covered a layer of
Lily Mu had already made up her mind when she stood at the door of the paper mill.
Some people were walking back and forth in the yard, their faces covered with cloth. One of them, who was close to the door, saw Lily Mu and his eyes lit up.
It's like I've been waiting for a long time, and finally the person who was supposed to come has arrived.
"Master Fengchun, has the paper been made?"
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