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The setting sun was like spilled blood.
When Li Zhexian dragged himself back to the small courtyard, the final trace of dusk had already been swallowed by night.
Moonstones embedded along the courtyard walls glimmered faintly, bathing the garden in a veil of silver light—shadows of flowers and grass swaying in quiet poetry.
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