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Days flew by, and before I knew it, it was June 6th.
6.15 A.M.
The ice stand whistled out cold air, dispersing the muggy heat.
Liang Qu stood up and got dressed, opened the window, and the dawn poured into the room.
Summer had arrived.
I still remember the last River God sacrifice, he got up at the same time, and it was barely dawn.
In another month, it would be the peak of summer; by then, the cicadas would have transformed into fully grown insects, and it would not be as quiet as now.
Liang Qu looked down at the courtyard.
"Wulong!"
The black dog in the yard was squatting on the ground, looking askance at a white butterfly on the branch of the jujube tree, ears naturally drooping. It perked up at the sound of its own name and turned around on its toes.
"Woof!"
"Come here!"
