Son in the Pond
by Lin Dang
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Hearing a low moan coming from outside the house, Li Zhongtian first concentrated for a moment, and then stepped out of the house. Luo Yuanyuan, who was catching the sun by a crabapple tree outside the house, raised her head. She held a small piece of napkin in her right hand and pressed it under her nostrils. The napkin had turned from white to red. Li Zhongtian was a little at a loss. "You have a nosebleed. Go to my room and get some cotton balls. They are in a small glass bottle on the table." Li Zhongtian walked to Luo Yuanyuan's room in a panic. There was a faint fragrance in Luo Yuanyuan's room. It was unclear whether it was from the pot of flowers on the bedside table or from the perfume remaining on Luo Yuanyuan's clothes.
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