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... sters, the village nestled in Qingshan awoke.
The sounds of doors opening, fires crackling, and the clinking of pots and pans wove a symphony tinged with the thick scent of home life.
Lin Nianhe, refreshed from sleep, stepped outside, stretching lazily in the morning air scented with fresh grass.
She brushed her teeth at the doorstep, hands on her hips, surveying the backyard where construction was nearly halfway done.
Probably concerned about the lack of a wall i ...
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