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Mu Sandan didn't like the night in Wattang Town. In Mu Sandan's bones, the only nights she recognized were the nights at Shiziling and Wencheng. The nights at Shiziling had already taken root in her heart. The sounds of pheasants and wild birds grew in the too pure or too rough night, echoing the lingering sounds of her parents calling Sandan at the cliff mouth. It's the kind of night where you can step on a leaf by moving your foot, and tie a leg of mutton to a piece of grass in a crevice of a stone. Then there is Wencheng, the night in Wencheng. The night in Wencheng contains the temptation for a girl from the mountains, and is filled with a kind of fat fragrance from the men and women in the city. The first time she lived in Wattang, she felt a sense of rebellion. What Mu Sandan smelled in the night in Wattang Town was a fishy smell mixed with the greenness of crops. This night air made her feel a bit nondescript.
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