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... ancing in the breeze, while forsythia blossoms drifted lazily atop the warm stream.
It was early summer, and the gentle wind carried neither heat nor dryness. The lake was so clear it resembled a Western mirror, reflecting the spotless azure sky.
A young maiden stood atop the bridge, her sleeves fluttering like a celestial fairy about to take flight.
Ma Yiyang, unusually flustered, adjusted the deep violet ceremonial robe he had dug out from the bottom of his chest—one he ...
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