The room was soundproofed so well that the only sounds remaining were the faint, rhythmic breathing of Chen Xuan and Ji Wushuang.
Ji Wushuang was focused entirely on deciphering the ancient script on the two turtle shells for Chen Xuan. From time to time, she would blink her clear, bright eyes, her long, delicate lashes fluttering, which made the concentrated Jiangnan beauty appear particularly enchanting.
An hour slipped away unnoticed.
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