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The moist sea breeze, blowing from the farthest north, swept across the North Sea, over the great rivers, and through the vertical and horizontal alleyways of the ancient city.
It also brushed past Jiang Huang's cheeks, lifting her scattered strands of hair.
The young girl sitting before the paper window was as serene as an adult.
She silently watched the rising tide at the farthest end of the town, inch by inch overflowing the horizon, inch by inch spilling over the walls.
"Where is Xie Xuanyi?"
Jiang Huang suddenly spoke up.
The tone of her voice startled Deng Baiyi for a moment.
It was the first time Deng Baiyi heard Jiang Huang speak like that... Throughout their journey from Qing State, the little one always sounded as if she had not fully woken up.
Mostly, she seemed foolish.
But at this moment, her tone was quite stern.
And her way of referring to Xie Zhen was also very strange.
Xie?
Deng Baiyi felt somewhat unfamiliar with this.
