After the clamor faded, silence returned.
The colors of the winter sunset washed over the light blue hue of the girl’s down jacket, lending an imperceptible coolness to its purity. Even shrouded in the evening glow, Xue Chuchu remained breathtakingly radiant.
Yet this tranquility did not last long. The twilight on the horizon gradually faded, replaced layer by layer by deepening shades of blue-purple, a transformation that seemed to harbor a lingering melancholy.
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