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This...wasn't it written by Xia Zhinian? Have someone write a love letter for you? Yan Ci frowned slightly, the smile on his face faded, and he looked at the letter in his hand with some doubts on his face. The next day, Xia Zhinian gave Yan Ci the Chinese homework, took a deep breath, lay down on the table, closed his eyes, and spoke in a muffled voice. "After copying, you can check it." It's easy to practice handwriting, but imitating a crooked character is not like writing, but more like drawing a picture, with strokes here and there. He stayed up late last night and wrote until three o'clock before finally finishing. Now he was so sleepy that he could hardly keep his eyes open, and his heart was extremely tired. Yan Ci opened his homework, took a look, and suddenly stopped. "St
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