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... softly.
The damp treetops swayed softly, and the continuous drizzle traced the veins of the green leaves. It slid down to the roadside, where it splashed into modest puddles.
The clock on the wall ticked steadily, neither hurried nor slow.
With each leap of the second hand, the long hour hand gradually moved toward the number ten.
Ji Mu lounged lazily on the living room sofa.
The television, which was directly ahead, was playing the latest episode of Baby ...
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