In the misty forest in late spring, even the midday sunlight is filtered into mottled light spots by the layers of tree canopies. Yuan Jiuqing walked slowly forward on the thick humus, the white tiger snow soul pacing silently beside her, and the golden beast eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly. "The evening primroses should be blooming today." She said to herself, her voice so soft that it was almost covered by the wind in the forest. The plain white gown remained motionless in the humid air, as if there was an invisible barrier separating her from the outside world.
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