When the forest grows deep, the deer appear.
When the sea turns blue, the whales appear.
When the dream ends, I see you.
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On the first day of plum rains in Jiangnan, Yan Wang steamed a pot of glutinous rice, saying she was going to make sweet fermented rice.
Gu Xiaojue sat on a little stool by the kitchen stove, holding Miaomiao and marveling.
Back then, Miaomiao was just a tiny puppy, a little over a month old.
Back then, Gu Xiaojue had known Yan Wang for only ten days.
Looking back, Gu Xiaojue felt that all the flavors of life had begun for her that day.
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I want to try writing a simple, down-to-earth farming story, though the style might veer off course.
In any case, I'll try to make it sweet and affectionate.
Everyday life, no angst.
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Warning: The female lead has an ex-boyfriend (he doesn't cheat, flirt with others, or act like a jerk), while the male lead is a scheming bitch.
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