
About This Novel
The gentle breeze swept over a quaint little village over and over again as if caressing its favorite child. The branches on the ancient, nameless old tree at the entrance of the village were blown by the breeze and made a slight sound, adding a bit of excitement and vitality to the quiet and peaceful village. The red sun slowly reflected the golden red sunlight from the other side of the mountain. The originally quiet village began to slowly become lively. The sunrise and sunset are an eternal law for this ancient village.
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