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... on the table.

"What kind of wine are these?"

Dark asked curiously.

Simmons chuckled, then picked out one bottle and said, "First of all, this bottle is [Morning Dew]."

"Morning Dew?"

Dark looked carefully.

This wine named [Morning Dew] was stored in a transparent bottle. The liquor was light green, with a green apple juice feel, but it was clearer and slightly more transparent than green apple juice.

"Don't waste your energy, no matter how ...

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