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It was the height of summer, oppressively hot. Yet, the backroom of this Siheyuan seemed to radiate a gentle coolness.
Seated inside, Luo Chen retrieved from his storage pouch the fifty-year-old Yellow Pear Wine that Yuan Xiaoyue’s Grandpa gifted him on his birthday.
He laid out a few plates of celestial beans, dried beef jerky, and crispy fried snacks.
"Cheers!"
"Mm!"
Clink!
The wine cups collided softly, letting out a faint sound.
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