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... The dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves above, casting playful shadows on the ground around him.
In his hands, he held a delicate letter, its paper aged and creased, a testament to its journey.
His eyes traced the elegant strokes of the inked characters with a sense of anticipation and contentment.
'Huang Yin… I knew you're good with words,' he thought with a chuckle escaping his lips.
It had been days since he had been exchanging letters with the Barren ...
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