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... The sun lazily sprinkled warmth across Zhengjia Village’s courtyard, embellishing this ordinary day with a touch of warmth.
Chen Yun, engrossed in his own telekinetic accompaniment, couldn’t help but burst into song.
For a moment, the small courtyard became the simplest yet purest karaoke booth.
The local fishermen, drawn by the melodious yet slightly unusual singing, occasionally paused their hurried steps to cast curious glances at the tightly closed gates.
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