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Zhao Fuyun felt a resistance hidden within. He knew that if he wanted to help Liang Daozi avenge his death, he couldn't do it through the academy; he had to do it himself.,Whether before or after, he couldn't tell anyone what he wanted to do.,One poured wine, the other offered fruit. A faint fragrance lingered at their noses. They wore thin, sheer garments, revealing skin as smooth as jade. Snowy elbows peeked out from beneath their clothes, gently brushing his arms and back, leaving a cool, slippery touch.。