The summer that year seemed particularly long and hazy, making it hard to see clearly.
In the new year of summer, Xu Ruocha was picking tea in her tea garden. A small blue floral square scarf was tied on her head, and she carried a bamboo basket half a person's height behind her back. Every time she looked around, she was filled with peaceful elegance.
Xia Yinian just ran into the girl's brown clear eyes that shone slightly shyly.
Suddenly, I understood what it meant to see for ten thousand years.
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