The paths in the mountains are lined with white gardenias, and the gentle breeze brings a cool taste. Yu Niang lowered her head and walked along the muddy ruts towards the village where smoke was rising in the distance. He is wearing coarse cloth clothes, with a blue bottom and the edges that have been washed white. After being able to avoid a passing bullock cart, Yu Niang stood still, gently exhaled a breath of hot breath, raised her hands to clasp her temples that were slightly sweaty from the rush, and smiled slightly.
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