The next morning, just as day was breaking.
A pale, grayish-blue tint brushed the horizon, and morning mist shrouded the earth like a light veil, blurring and softening the distant mountains and nearby houses.
The first rays of morning sunlight had not yet fully fallen, and the entire world seemed still immersed in a sweet slumber—and Dongfang Yuechu was naturally no exception.
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