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... d wind was fine, and the leaves of the parasol trees fell one by one.
Come autumn in Shengjing, sudden nighttime rains were like sorrows; after one such night, the courtyard of the Palace Marshal’s Mansion was covered in fallen parasol tree leaves.
Early in the morning, Duan Xiaoyan got up to feed Zhizi; she had just swept away the fallen leaves when a gust of wind startled half the tree’s leaves into falling.
Xiao Zhufeng had just arrived at the Palace Marshal’s Mansion ...
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