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mage of a tree."Root, clenched in the ground; leaves, touching in the clouds.Every gust of wind that passes, we greet each other, but no one understands our language.You have your bronze branch and ir...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！d firmly."Little fool." He whispered with affection.She sniffed, not refuting him. Clinging to him across the bathtub, she pulled him closer, her small face pressed against his solid chest. Her dark...