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... gently.
Chen Yansen sat on the city wall next to Tongfei Gate, his legs dangling over the edge. His gaze drifted toward the nearby Chunshen Square.
Old men waving cattail fans gathered in twos and threes to play chess and chat. A few barefoot children ran wildly across the grass. A crowd of young people swarmed the stall selling shaved ice.
"Should I go buy a couple bowls?"
Wang Zihao followed his line of sight and immediately spotted the shaved ice stall.
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