Recap: On the twenty-fifth of the mid-autumn, right in the middle of September, a unique atmosphere hung over the streets of the Great Xia Kingdom.
The setting sun was like blood, dyeing half the sky red, and its lingering rays spilled over bare branches, shattering their shadows against the chill-tinged bluestone pavement, like a painting forgotten by time.
The wind sweeping down the hall was like a playful child, rolling fallen leaves at the alley's end and making a rustling sound, as if telling the story of this old city.
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