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On this ghostly path, seemingly leading into the past, stood a woman, one who seemed to have stepped out of a painting.Her face, as white as jade, with a hint of alluring red, was truly the "white ski...st asking you to do a small favor, and you're unwilling Humph!"His gaze was cold, mocking, enough to shame her to death! But she hadn't made up her mind. She was angry, resentful, hateful...but on th...