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In the early morning of late autumn, the mist had yet to dissipate entirely. Within Gailiu County town, wisps of smoke were already rising from hearths, and faintly, one could hear murmurs of voices.,"Sun Zhanger, I was wrong, I won't do it again, I won't!",The more Li Yuan thought about it, the more his heart fluttered with anticipation. If he didn't know that the timing was wrong now, he would have wanted to hold the ceremony immediately.。