Enjoying a rare half-day of stolen leisure, Weining quietly sipped her tea.
It felt as though it had been a very long time since she had experienced such profound tranquility—a peace born not from the surrounding environment, but from deep within her own heart.
She did not know when it had started, but for someone whose heart had always been as still as ancient water, it had somehow become terribly difficult to find this kind of stillness anymore.
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