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Thus, the springs passed and autumns came, and the seasons turned round and round, always in vain.
The first year quickly went by.
That year, the peach blossoms were not particularly resplendent, yet they fell like rain in a riot of color.
Some petals scattered in front of the grave, painting a picture of desolate beauty, making the Soul Clam Pearl even more vibrant with spiritual resonance, its spiritual light deep and clear, just like a beautiful woman on the verge of tears bidding farewell.
Chen Dengming's heart was touched and filled with sorrow, yet his state of mind slowly broadened, and the weeds within his heart were also gradually removed by the blossoming flowers.
The second year, the peach blossoms were even more brilliant, covering the whole mountain with their scent wafting through the air, and the peaches matured into heavy, luscious fruit, sagging to the ground when ripe.
