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It was two or three o'clock in the afternoon. The sun shone lazily on the wall through the mist in the air and the yellowing leaves of the plane tree, leaving some very abstract orange images. Yiran was sitting against the wall opposite those images, and was seriously doing handicrafts, a popular female craft in the market called "cross-stitch". The pattern she chose was two roses, with a pure rose red background and crystal dewdrops on the petals. While the clothes were being embroidered with dewdrops, she would occasionally stop sewing and look at the work in her hands. The rose had not yet formed, but there were some signs of dewdrops, but to her, they looked more like two drops of tears, so she gave herself a chance to sigh out of thin air.
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