The crisp moonlight coated the earth in a layer of silver frost. People who had toiled all day began organizing reconstruction efforts spontaneously; the air was thick with the scent of dust and a faint fragrance of herbs.
Gazing at the bustling scene before her, Ye Shuli felt a warm current well up in her chest.
"What a lovely group of people," she murmured softly, a hint of a smile gracing her lips.
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