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Only a year had passed.
Yet it felt like a very long time.
As autumn arrived with its cold rain, Zhu Minglang glanced at the gloomy and unclear sky.
He had planned to go out for a walk when the weather cleared up, but the damp, cold rain was unrelenting.
Sitting in the lakeside pavilion, Zhu Minglang poured a cup of hot tea. Raindrops turned to threads, falling from the eaves of the pavilion, forming a misty water curtain that made the scenery of the entire inner court lake hazy.
"It was probably when we were three years old that we encountered some things, but I can't clearly remember what exactly," Li Yunzi said softly, holding the cup gently, her voice as soft as the sound of rain.
"Actually, you don't need to tell me these things; I trust my intuition," Zhu Minglang said with a smile.
"Nan Lingsha is also right, hiding things for too long is not good. Besides, I have something to ask of you," Li Yunzi said.
"Ask of me?"
Li Yunzi nodded.
