Dozens of kilometers away from the Taiping Courtyard, atop a towering, steep, and perilous cliff that pierced the clouds, wisps of gentle cooking smoke slowly rose, swaying softly in the breeze like thin gauze.
Jilin and Ye Qingmei sat facing each other, each occupying a comfortable chair, holding ice-cold, refreshing Coca-Cola, and leisurely drinking together.
On the antique wooden table before them, a dazzling array of mouth-watering barbecued delicacies was laid out, sending forth an enticing aroma that instantly stimulated the appetite.
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