Ancient City
In the rustic courtyard, under a firm Wutong tree, two lounge chairs sat side by side. Yin Qingnan was holding the hand of Yin Nanfeng, who was seated next to him, dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves to cast patches of light upon her.
After taking a walk following lunch, the two of them had sat under the tree to rest—or more accurately, Yin Nanfeng was taking a nap, while he quietly accompanied her, gazing silently at her tranquil profile.
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