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The leaves turned yellow-green, a crisp chill in the air.
Autumn in Lan City remained verdant, but by the mountain forests and lakeside, there was a touch of brocade-like embellishment. Coupled with the festive reds lingering after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the ancient city embraced a touch of romance.
Ginkgo leaves carpeted the ground, their unique and brilliant yellow reflected on the clean courtyard floor.
On a woven rattan lounge chair, a person sat there, gazing at the sea of bamboo beyond the mountain, looking at the distant lake, shimmering like a mirror, gentle sunlight bathing him, feeling the warmth as if being gently embraced…
Inside the house, a melody played.
Outside, sparrows burst into song…
Tea fragrance wafted from the side table, unconsciously arousing a sense of lazy drowsiness.
