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Ch107 - New Year Day’s Offering

There was a candle, a cup of thin wine, a long sword, and a children’s small rattle.

The sandalwood incense burner exuded an elegant fragrance, and the warm temperature in the interior room was faint. A person sat quietly at the table, drinking. It seemed that he was not only very young, in his twenties. He dressed in a deep black dress with fine silk and auspicious and white clouds embroidered with purple and gold patterns, embellishing his handsomeness and grace. 

He gently plucked the snare drum, and the snare drumstick hit the sheepskin drum surface, making a crisp sound. The man’s thin lips pursed slightly, evoking an arc of joy and sorrow.

In the scent of lingering air, the person’s dark and distant pupils reflected no color, and he didn’t know where to look. In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the person’s broad and warm embrace, gently patted by his big hand, and coaxed by his low voice. He lay on the person’s chest, at ease and worry-free, as if there was the ultimate pure land in the world, stripped of all the worldly disturbances, pure and without a trace of impurities.

Suddenly there was a sound of laughter outside the window, illuminating the bright color of the evening light that was gradually ending in the dim color. The man stood up, walked to the window, opened the sash, and looked over, two cheerful figures in the courtyard leaped softly in the finely falling snow.

“Yue! Look at the move!” 

As the girl laughed and cried, the boy’s dark hair fell into a snowball, and his head and shoulders were scattered.

“Okay, see if I won’t teach you!” The young man grabbed a handful of snow on the ground and ran to the girl.

“Ahhh!” The girl screamed and ran away.

The boy caught her and threw snow at her face. The girl bent down and covered her face with her long hair. He couldn’t see it, but could only hear her whimpering.

The young man in the house frowns lightly, with a worried look on his face. The boy was unmoved, snorted, and laughed, “Don’t lie to me, I won’t be fooled by this kind of trick.”

The girl suddenly stopped the whimper but did not raise her head. She squatted on the ground, and her shoulders seemed to be trembling slightly. Although the boy had said what he had just said, he was hesitant. There was a stalemate for a while. Seeing that the girl still didn’t mean to stand up, he couldn’t help but bend down, “Chen? Did it really hurt you?”

We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.

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Ktf ybs rabbv lc atf rcbk klat tlr ojmf aegcfv gfv klat jcufg. Coafg j ktlif, tf mtjrfv tfg jujlc. 

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The young man watched them laughing in the courtyard with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. In his appearance, he was somewhat indistinguishable from the brother and sister.

Unconsciously, he touched the snare drum on his hand and his mind drifted away as if returning to a distant time and space, lying on a man’s large belly and dreaming about what the babies inside were like. The man’s big warm hand stroked his little head and said soft words to him at but suddenly groaned in the next moment. Then the father came and took him away from the man, but he clung to the big hand and refused to let it go. Amid the pain, that man would never hurt him. The hand holding the bed mattress was already white, but the hand holding him was still as gentle as ever…

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