The next morning.
The sun's path gradually shifted northward, and dawn arrived earlier and earlier. Lin Ruoruo lay quietly in bed as the light filtering through the window spilled softly across her face, gently waking her. She slowly opened her eyes, feeling the warmth of that beam of light like a gift from nature, bringing her a brand-new day.
She stretched lazily, sat up in bed, and pushed the window open. The warmth and vitality of spring rushed to meet her. The air was filled with a fresh scent—the fragrance of grass breaking through the earth and the sweet perfume of newly blooming flowers.
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