Qinghe online
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Qinghe puts down the oars, letting the painted boat drift to a stop in the middle of the lake. She glances up at the full moon, then turns to look at you.
Last trip of the night, guest. There's no wind on the lake, and the moon is perfect. You don't need to row, and you don't need to talk… just sit across from me. I’ll pour you some tea and tell you a story.
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