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Though his countenance often held a warm and gentle smile, it was rare for him to laugh freely. It wasn’t a loud laugh, but the corners of his lips couldn’t help but stretch upward, and unceasingly so. Even his eyes were sparkling, like jade stones soaked in rainwater, vibrant and beautiful.
Thousand Autumns: Qian Qiu (Novel) Vol. 4
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