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In Wang Shouzhe's small courtyard, the beauty of blossoming flowers and lush plants never ceased, and a faint mist hung in the air, carrying with it an invigorating sense of vibrant spirit.
Many children from the Wang family's direct and collateral lines had profound memories of this yard.
Simply because Family Head Wang Shouzhe had always shown particular fondness for the younger members of his family; nearly every child had, at one point in their early years, been cradled in his arms and had listened to his enthralling and marvelous stories.
For the children, Wang Shouzhe had always been like a kind spring rain, carefully nurturing them, providing comprehensive support so they could grow strong, striving to offer them a bright, positive, and healthy childhood.
However, today, Wang Shouzhe sat in the pavilion with a face as dark as the depths of water, unable to even sip the Immortal Tea he usually loved so much.