After returning from the painting boat on Qingyang Lake, Shen Ping’s life of cultivation returned to its tranquil state.
It was mid-October. A cold wave had descended upon Qingyang City.
Early in the morning, the courtyard floor was covered in a layer of frost. When Shen Ping pushed open the wooden window of the side room, gusts of cold air rolled in, quickly dissipating the peculiar warmth lingering inside.
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