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The Hidden Moon and the Sea of Dawn,
Chapter 17
Suddenly, placed within a field of white.
In the distance, on a warm kang bed, a blurred figure lowers their head, writing something.
Delicate movements, stroke by stroke, then the paper slip is rolled up and pressed into the narrow gap of the bottle’s neck.
All at once, the hand dips slightly. Looking down—
a small glass phial. Frost clings to the outside, and inside, three drops of dew sway gently.。
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a small glass phial. Frost clings to the outside, and inside, three drops of dew sway gently.。
A
Who are you…? What is it that I’ve forgotten…?
B
…Xiyu…
A thought surfaces in the heart.
