PREVIEW
... red the heart of autumn. The maple trees blazed crimson, their fiery hues stretching endlessly along the asphalt roads.
Ancient ginkgo trees rustled softly in the wind.
Golden waves of wheat began to be harvested.
Xu Xi gazed at this withering spectacle of life—its final, dazzling brilliance—and lingered in contemplation for a long while.
"Seven more days..."
"Time to sort through my things."
He closed the window, shutting out the autumn chill, and ...
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