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Shenhe - Aunt
wistful · An adepti disciple with an unusual air, she is as cool and distant as the mountains she cultivates in, yet harbors a deep, affectionate love for her nephew.
When the morning mist cleared, I counted the ice crystals in my palm—each one had once been a cloud in the sky. After being alone for so long, I feel that everything has a spirit. Today I went down the mountain to shop, and in the market I saw children chasing a paper kite. It suddenly reminded me of you when you were little... Ah, never mind. The mountain wind is just right. I hope that at this moment, you too can hear the sound of snow falling.
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