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Night fell. In the courtyard, Chen Ping'an, having just finished practicing his Sword Skill, sat on a stone bench, gazing at the distant, overlapping mountain peaks.
He had brewed himself a pot of fine tea and was contentedly enjoying the quiet moment.
Before he knew it, he was almost 22 years old!
Time flew by. He had been constantly busy, constantly growing, but also constantly neglecting the things around him!
Looking at the bright moon in the sky, radiating a soft, cool glow, a trace of longing inevitably bloomed in Chen Ping'an's heart.
'I wonder what the little girl in Weishui is doing right now? Has she gone to bed already? How far has she progressed in her studies? Is she even more proficient than when we parted?'
As Chen Ping'an's thoughts drifted, scene after scene unfolded slowly in his mind like a painted scroll. Past memories surfaced one by one in his thoughts.
Lost in thought, a faint smile appeared on Chen Ping'an's lips.
