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... got up, he was taken aback.
The air... so fresh!
In the distance, mists wreathed the mountain ranges, tinged with a thin layer of pale gold, as picturesque as a scenic spot.
The pond by the door was blanketed with a layer of white mist, thick and dense, almost entirely covering the water's surface. The mist was pressed low, slowly drifting.
And around the courtyard, a plum tree—which Song Sancheng clearly remembered had withered last month—had inexplicably bloomed ...
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