At the summit of Mount Loppo, the starlight was so brilliant that it felt as if one needed only to reach out a hand to pluck the stars.
The two children stood guard over two large vats of medicine, their heads drooping, in extremely low spirits.
The Green-Robed Child felt as though their nest had been forcibly occupied by a cuckoo, an inexpressible sense of grievance choking his heart.
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