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... oticed that Yin Tingxue was still asleep, so he got up and sat alone at the bow of the boat.
Scholars often wrote about the Yellow River's floods, always leaving the impression that it was in a perpetual state of turmoil. But as the river breeze blew and with the chilling winds of early New Year, the Yellow River was not turbid—on the contrary, its waters carried a piercing clarity brought by the cold air, a rare sight.
Chen Yi turned back to glance at Yin Tingxue, confirming she ...
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