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A bright winter, the sunlight lazily curled up, as peaceful and slumbering as a small animal resting in the green grass.
When Xu Yuan pushed open the door, he immediately saw the two girls standing on the corridor, which exuded a faint scent of wood.
One was majestic as Ruoxue, her features cold and clear, her body straight as a sword's spine, showing hardly any curve, her gaze as misty as cloud smoke; the other had a temperament as light as clouds, yet her face bore a layer of frost-like snow.
And the morning mist, like white gauze, just happened to enshroud their flawless figures, one slender, the other plump, perfectly displaying the different aspects of young girls' beauty at that age.
Both stood at the door, not knowing how long they had been there, but had reached a tacit agreement not to speak.
"Good morning, senior sisters,"
Xu Yuan said with a smiling squint, then he pulled the door fully open and stepped aside, gesturing for them to come in.