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After the Mid-Autumn Festival came the National Day holiday.
It was cool in the morning. Sitting in the garden, Emily was drawing. Candy was at her feet, pushing the ball with its nose and playing back and forth. The guards sat on the tree and chatted idly, each with an ice lolly in hands.
Rex was washing his custom-made suit pants, the fourth one that Candy had peed on ... He had already washed this pair of pants twenty-three times in total.
There was also a dead black leather sofa in the garden. Vincent was sitting on it, with one hand on his brow. He was reading a book. A moment later, he did not raise his head. He still maintained his posture and asked, "Have you done yet?"
"Not yet." Emily took up another brush and said to him, "Alright, you can move your mouth now."
Vincent smiled and turned to the next page.
