In a daze, a drop of ink fell on the page. She looked up. The sun was still bright and the green was just right, but she could no longer see the person who illuminated her.
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She waited, and the night was long, but she lay listening to Haitao's gossip.
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When she came back to her senses, the paper was clean, with no ink stains at all. Only the halo of sunlight hitting the paper was so bright that it was dazzling.
Ending BE.^O^
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