Night like ink covered the final trace of human labor at the mining pit.
Ying Xuetang stood to one side, watching Li Pingyi meticulously adjust the edge of a small patch of moss to ensure it blended seamlessly with the adjacent stones, as if they had been a single entity shaped by thousands of years of weathering.
Earlier, she had merely backfilled the dirt and stones roughly to restore the contour of the pit.
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