Warm sunlight filtered through the trees, casting a delicate, shimmering halo over everything.
The spring scenery was bright and charming; sparrows chirped, grass grew lushly, and orioles fluttered in flight—a vibrant scene full of life. Taking in the magnificent view before her, Weining felt a great sense of ease and comfort.
She walked slowly over to a stone table and sat down, turning her head to look at Yang Jian, who still stood quietly by her side. He stood tall and straight like a pine, his gaze fixed straight ahead, his expression entirely composed.
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