Late at night, when the world was still, Yuanchun carried a wicker basket on her back and quietly made her way to the foot of the mountain. She approached a thatched cottage situated far from the village and tapped lightly on the door.
No sooner had she lowered her hand than a faint rustle came from inside, followed by a man’s low voice: "Who’s there?"
Yuanchun did not respond. She took the items out of her basket, left them on the ground, and quickly departed, her basket once again empty on her back.
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