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Inside the main hall, Zhouzhou sat on the ground, using both her hands and feet to tightly grip Li Yuanming's legs. The little girl's head was shiny bald, but she wore a patched-up, faded Taoist robe that looked like it belonged to a beggar.,On the contrary, this year, the temple next door, after she left, gradually regained its former prosperity.,All the items were meant to attract wealth, yet she was born with a poverty-stricken fate. Any gathered fortune would dissipate completely upon contact with her, utterly useless.。

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