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Ouyang Rong squatted on the edge of a lotus stone platform, his dry lips muttering. His eyes were fixed on the golden lotus lantern in his hand, carefully tightening the knot.,There was also a girl sitting with her knees hugged to her chest and her face buried in them. She was already slender, but wearing a Han-style dress made her appear even more frail.,Ouyang Rong stood on the lotus throne, wiping the rainwater from his face with force.。