As the setting sun grazed the branches, its glow lingered like spring.
The stream in the courtyard purled, still carrying a wisp of vapor from the frost that had melted the previous night. The newly sprouted grass shoots were as tender as rippling jade-green waves, and even the distant mountains softened their contours.
Baozhu lightly and carefully draped a goose-yellow, rabbit-fur-collared cloak over the young lady’s shoulders, then stood quietly to one side.
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