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This was a very clear little river.
On its banks lay a shallow grassland, soft to the eye as a cat's fur.
From the bridge, it looked like a giant green cat curled up by the riverbank, basking in the sun.
The breeze that blew past was like the faint breath exhaled from its wide-open pink mouth as it yawned.
What a spot this fellow had found.
Lin Ge stood on the bridge, observing the quietly reading witch lady at the riverbank and thought to himself. A smile hung on his face as he appreciated the scene.
Lanya followed beside him, glanced at the smile on his face, then at the witch by the bank. The same landscape, yet it stirred completely different feelings within her.
The annoying grass reminded her of past experiences foraging in the wild, a feeling all too familiar.
Sour, so sour.
Oddly, neither the passersby crossing the bridge nor the strollers on the path by the riverbank cast a glance at the girl on the slope.