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The drizzle outside the window continued, and at this moment, Lu Bu'er was holed up in his room writing in his diary.
"April 4th. Today seems to be Qingming Festival. I finally met my wife's maternal relatives, and the conversation was quite pleasant, not awkward at all. The old lady was really nice, nothing like the obstinate person my wife had described. We hit it off well, and she was very concerned about my health, even asking earnestly about the nature of my ailment to see if she could treat it."
