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... he autumn wind scattered, leaving the forest yellowed.
Misty autumn rain seemed unceasing, having poured down for many a day.
Such autumn rain inevitably stirs melancholic thoughts.
Within the Scripture Pavilion of Black Wind Village, Wang Yuyan wrapped in a mink fur coat, gazed at the ceaseless rain, seemingly lost in memories of the past. She extended her hand, and the rain silently fell into her palm, quickly forming a droplet clear as the tears of a maiden.
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