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“The young boy didn’t reply, he gave the eight-year-old child a cold look, frowned, and asked, “Are you a boy or a girl?” “A girl, of course! Am I not pretty?” She cried out discontentedly, glanced at the white bird again, and pulled his tunic. “Big brother, please let me take a piece of feather for my dress! Okay?” “She is a girl?” The teenager ignored her plea, his body suddenly tightened, and his eyes became a little strange. “How did this happen?… Is the prophecy going to come true?” — 沧月

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The young boy didn’t reply, he gave the eight-year-old child a cold look, frowned, and asked, “Are you a boy or a girl?” “A girl, of course! Am I not pretty?” She cried out discontentedly, glanced at the white bird again, and pulled his tunic. “Big brother, please let me take a piece of feather for my dress! Okay?” “She is a girl?” The teenager ignored her plea, his body suddenly tightened, and his eyes became a little strange. “How did this happen?… Is the prophecy going to come true?
— 沧月