Chapter 117
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This month, Beijing was still very hot, but Guizhou had already gained a touch of coolness.
In these few days, Mu Hanxia had visited quite a few places. She went to see the villages where she once "worked," but there were few people she recognized, and no one remembered her. She sat alone by the green mountains and waters, took a curved boat from the fisherman, and traveled upstream. She reached a secluded ancient town, sat by the riverside, and watched the lights flicker on the opposite shore.
As she walked through the winding alleys, she heard music playing from a nearby shop, and the lyrics sang, "Cherishing what is rare, loving you makes life expansive." She too would stop in her tracks, absorbed in thought as if her musings were like the summer breeze, following the clouds in the azure sky.