Because she had been writing for a long time, a trace of ink stained her fair, slender fingers.
This contrast made her hands look even more delicate and jade-boned, slender enough to be held in one hand.
Jun Jiuqi exuded a pleasant fragrance that did not belong to any incense, nor was it the powder scent of a woman. It was a tranquil fragrance belonging uniquely to her.
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