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... pring to summer, the sun grows increasingly intense each day.
Yu Yi lay her head on the carriage window, her hand reaching out, the dappled light of leaves flickering across her pale hand. The wind that penetrated the carriage carried a scorching heat, and the cicada chirps echoed around them, like a noisy symphony.
"When I was little, our family wasn't well-off. We didn't have air conditioning, and the fan was broken. On days like this, it was so hot that we couldn't sleep at ni ...
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