The Name of the Rose
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*I love him, first and last.
Inside the silk pouch was a long necklace. The pendant was a delicate, oval-shaped miniature portrait of a seventeen-year-old Natalie, turning sideways and smiling, radiating compelling youthfulness.
Gazing at the portrait for a long time and savoring the words in the letter, Lin Yilan suddenly felt a trace of unease.
Faced with an inescapable predicament, what on earth was Natalie planning to do?
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The Research Center remained brightly lit and orderly.
Casey was very happy about her visit, talking non-stop in high spirits.