A Sorrowful Dream of the Red Chamber

A breeze swept through, scattering the clouds and mist, spreading a hazy veil, distant laughter, and muffled sobs. It was like a beauty's gauzy veil brushing across one's face, carrying a faint fragrance in a daze. Following the sounds, one stepped into a dreamlike illusion. Mist rose behind, and whose tears they were, no one could tell.

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