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... half-open window, carrying the coolness unique to autumn nights.
Cheng Qiuyu leaned against the headboard, resting a sketch pad on her knees, her fingertips holding a sketching pencil.
The pencil tip scratched softly on the paper surface.
On the paper, a figure gradually took shape.
Short, tousled hair, a turtleneck sweater, a gentle expression...
In the interplay of light and shadow, there was an unmistakable artistic flair.
When she drew to the ...
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